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demonsplendor · 5 months

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18+ reader x alien - “Collector” (NSFT) Pt 2.2

Pt 2.2/3

In an effort to learn more about the ejaculation of large masses, you land an unbelievable contact: an alien sex symbol named Orion Mar. He graciously accepts your request to study him and invites you to watch.

CW: mentions of dysmorphia, sounding

Masturbation and voyeurism ahoy

Word count: 4.3k

pt 1 pt 2.1

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A few days later and you’re buzzed into the entrance of a beautiful condominium complex.

In the lobby is Orion Mar.

You felt so sheepish walking up to him, there was no need for any, “Excuse me, I’m looking for someone by the name Orion.” Everyone in here knows who he is

Anyone anywhere would.

Nobody bothered him though.

Anyone that was in the lobby minded their own business, barely even looking up when you approached the undeniably model-like alien.

“Hi, I’m from…”

“The email.”

He was confident but not unkind, stretching out his hand, “Nice to meet you, I’m Orion.”

You think about how redundant it feels to hear him introduce himself, there was no mystery, but it grounds you in a way that helps steel your nerves. You felt so awkward and ashamed coming in here but it’s clear that he’s professional.

“Nice to meet you Orion,” you introduce yourself while returning his handshake.

Everything about him was huge, you nearly had to crane your neck to look up at him. His hand engulfed yours but his handshake was only firm but gentle, not something meant to strangle your hand though you could feel he easily could.

“We can go up to my room now, if you’re ready.”

“Your room?”

“Yes, my condo?”

Your head reels.

“Wait you’re taking me to your home?”

“Where did you think you were?”

“I…” you look around, not exactly sure what you thought. “A set…?”

“Oh no, if we were on a set, we wouldn’t be able to talk.” He sees your wandering eyes and deer-in-headlights expression. “I’m sorry for misunderstanding what you were asking for in your email.”

“No, no, I mean—okay hearing it out loud… but you’re not wrong. That’s not really what I was surprised by.”

He laughs a lofty sound, you try to back pedal more.

“I didn’t mean it like that either but… anyways, you just met me, just now, and this is literally where you live.”

“Yes, but I didn’t get the sense that you would be taking advantage of that by your email.”

You didn’t want to speak up even if that were true, but you did feel like this was already going far down south. You were out of your element and this was a mistake.

“I get a lot of messages and propositions that I do nothing with, or smile and ‘thank you for your support’ and move on. I am not so reckless.”

“I will treat you with the same respect and professionalism as thought it were a set. Functionally, it is, but it will not have the rigmarole of many extra people that I would need to prioritize paying attention to. I would not really be able to answer questions, and even if you were just there for the,” “demonstration. It would have been through a screen. Monitors. No different than what you could have already done at home.”

You’re taken aback at how coolly he articulated his point and how he didn’t beat around the bush. He didn’t seem shy in the slightest, or weirded out by the idea of you being here to… watch him. Ugh. Even thinking about the reality of the situation was enough to send you spiraling. But he was also being really patient, way more patient than you would have expected someone to be in his position.

“Thank you for being considerate, and for taking me seriously. I admit that… I feel embarrassed by my email. I’m also clearly out of my element, but I think I have my bearings now….”

“It’s okay, it make it very obvious that you’re not paparazzi, or a tabloid writer, or some dangerous, raving, fan.”

“No, not at all! But I need you to know too, that I’m also not like a professional scientist either.”

He sounded wolffish, “There is definitely an peculiar element to this that is of interest to me. I understand what I’m signing up for.”

You’re not sure if you do, but you don’t want to belabor further and take up anymore of his time than needed.

He leaves the ball in your court, and though you still don’t feel very confident, you shakily muster up, “Okay, I’m on the same page as you. I’m, um, ready…”

“Good, follow me.”

You walk past a table of people, the front desk, other staff, and even after your conversation, still nobody pays you any mind.

You’re the first to get into the elevator, your neck nearly at a 90 degree angle as you start to remark on the inside, “Woah, the ceiling is so tall—“ and you realize when Orion gets in that he would have had to be ducking in a normal elevator.

He sounds amused, “That’s one of the reasons I chose this building. I’m able to fit everywhere.”

“Wow, even you have clearance above your head.”

“Yes, much more comfortable than cramped human elevators.”

You want to ask more, but there is no time as the doors open to his floor. Well, you would have thought it was his floor, you imagined this building must be laid out like a hotel or apartment but it wasn’t.

You walk out of the elevator right into Orion Mar’s home.

It was large, spacious, and tidily sparse in the way that you would see rich people’s homes in movies. If you looked hard enough though, you’d see little pockets of personality. A collection of rubber ducks was prominently displayed on a floating shelf, an incomprehensibly large bean bag chair lie next to the couch, an entire wall coated in Polaroid photos like at a bar or venue—images of him and others.

“Would you like anything before we begin, water or anything?”

“Oh thank you, could I please have water?”

He pulls out two bottles of water from the fridge and walks over to hand you one. You’re thankful for the sip you take after opening it, feeling a little restored and no longer dry throated.

“We will be in here,”

He leads you into an open room that looks like what you were imagining a set to look like. There were post-mounted lights, three different cameras, a bed, and a stool with what looked to be a pile of fluffy blankets on the floor beneath.

You’re off to the side looking at another part of the room when you turn around and see Orion unbuttoning his shirt while he stands near the chair in the front. You are stunned and bewildered, not knowing what you were expecting at all but definitely not him getting unclothed?

But once again, you’re instilled with a little more calm when he speaks in a technical tone, “I will be here, you may sit in the chair across. If that is too direct for you, you can move the chair somewhere more comfortable, to the side or so.”

This is like clockwork to him, that has to, and does, count for something. You nod and walk over to the chair, keeping it right in line with his. You sit down while he still fusses with his remaining buttons. When he finally shakes off his shirt, you feel flush and blurt out, “What exactly is this room?”

“Ah, it’s to practice. Lighting, how things look on camera. Sometimes with newer actors.”

You have trouble making sense of this information while also looking at him. He looked like the glow of celebritydom just standing in the lobby, but now that you started to see… more of him in this particular environment…

He had broad plates, but was still quite lithe. His sternum and the top of his belly had the softest looking connective flesh, something that didn’t really convey over camera and certainly not something you ever saw the other actors take advantage of with kneads or touches.

When he began to undo his pants, you had to choke down another sip of water. He makes a careening sound, one that you know is similar to laughter.

“Are you okay? Is this still okay?”

You are thankful that he keeps a pulse on the situation but you also feel so bad and juvenile that you’re causing him to feel like you should be babysitting you.

“Yes, it is—I am. Is everyone on sets just… entirely desensitized?”

“For the most part. It doesn’t stand out to me anymore, but I imagine how it might look to someone, you for example, to have the director cut. I’m inside of someone, and the director will walk up to me to give me a note. To tell me something like, ‘angle your torso towards the camera more’ and then I do it, I make the correction as soon as they roll again.”

You appreciated how he talked about his craft, how it was innately sexual in nature, but he did not sensationalize it nor did he say anything suggestive towards you.

When he shakes off his pants, and sees your face crinkle, he tries to provide you another distraction, “Your boyfriend cannot come?” He inquisitively chitters a sound that you’re incapable of repeating but it’s widely recognized and known, the name of the aliens.

“Yes, it disturbs him. He had a few times when he was younger, enough to I guess figure out that he didn’t like it.”

“But you figured out some workaround?”

“Yes… of sorts.”

“Does that mean, I’m sorry if it’s too forward,” you think the contrast of being asked this while his thumb is in the band of his underwear to be very funny, “you don’t have sex?”

“No,” you don’t mind it, you really don’t, but you can’t help the tone that you have right now. One that lets him know that you don’t mind but you still feel inadequate for it, “we don’t.”

“Hmm. Well, hopefully we can shed some light. You need to see the sperm deposit, that’s what you said?”

“Yes, to see it pass… whole…”

Your throat feels dry again, your face returning to a crumpled expression while you take another sip of water.

He can tell by your disposition that it’s now or never. He didn’t come off as lecherous, just a little bit cocky when he confirms, “Well, we can definitely do that.”

There is no pomp and circumstance, he takes off his underwear in one fell swoop, his flaccid cock nearly spilling out. When he turns around to set all of his clothes on top of the bed, even the tips of your ears turn red when you see the backside of him; plates on his thighs and lower back that were bridged by beautifully stretched ligament. You know that he can see your expression, how you’re trying to look up at the ceiling from the corner of your eye when he sits down in front of you on the stool, his legs spread slightly.

Your eyes keep wandering in his direction, all over his body with keen interest towards the in between of his legs in particular, but you dart them away just as quickly.

“You can look at me, watch. Isn’t that the point?”

He’s right, that was the point.

You try to adopt a brave expression, nodding as though you’re a program manager approving a deviation, and fix your eyes in his direction. You still feel embarrassed no matter where you look so you oscillate your vision up and down the length of him, but at least you’re not looking off to the side.

Just as soon as you felt some composure, you felt it all slip away when he grabs the base of his clock and begins to rub along the length of it. You see him grow considerably, hardening to his touch. You had seen him masturbate before, well on your computer, where he would coldly stare unflinching into the camera. But while he was at his beginnings now, you can see him buck into his hand, the early sensations coursing through him.

“What is it?” He asks you this by surprise.

You’re bewildered, “What?”

“Your face.” He’s almost entirely hard now, you’re unnerved to lock eyes with him while he uses long, slow, mounting, movements. He’s able to tease himself into utter arousal while keeping up conversation with a stranger, “You just had an expression, like puzzled.”

You cannot handle being put on the spot right now, your mind blank.

He waits for your reply, his eye contact unsevered but you must glance to the side for any hope of recovering yourself.

“Oh…” It comes back to you, “You don’t see the beginning in your videos, right, so all you look is… unflinching. But you looked, just then… um…” You trail off but luckily he gets your point.

Unluckily, he does not let this go by unacknowledged.

His eyes flash and there’s a low droning sound from his abdomen before he teases, “Oh. So you are a fan.”

His cock began to excrete the slimy, drool-like wetness that it produced on its own. You couldn’t be sure if it was purely coincidental that it happened now, but you knew that he was now on the pathway towards finishing.

Your voice rasped, “I’ve seen… some… of your videos…”

“Mm, for research only, right?”

His slickness added a whole new auditory element to this, you’re struggling to get through a sentence while he doesn’t skip a beat in silently creating a rhythmically squishing noise. Now he was like the videos, he was all but perfectly still and stroked himself while his body unconsciously tensed and flexed, all while he looked right at you.

This felt all by the book when you got here, but you don’t even know what book that would be, you were unprepared and just prey lying exposed in the fox’s den. You were not a professional, you had no hopes of going into this and leaving it feeling only a a clinical sense of know how.

That was made abundantly clear by the terribly ragged noise you made in response to his question. He laughs haughtily, there’s no way that he doesn’t know you feel humiliated. That by you still sitting there, by your staggered, craven, expression that you kind of enjoyed it.

He lets you off the hook a bit by asking you, “What is this method that you have mentioned, that you currently use?”

You pause before launching into an explanation, marveling at how measured he sounded. Your eyebrows furrow as your mind wanders down a rabbit hole, taking hold onto a newfound curiosity. You don’t think that you’d be able to chat while you masturbated, much less being able to orchestrate the tone of it. He seemed to be able to gauge how you’re feeling, and using it as the indicator for how he should steer.

He wagers a guess by your expression, offering something up preemptively, “I haven’t always been comfortable doing something like this in front of people, in front of cameras. And certainly not with call and response.”

“And now? It’s.. routine?”

“Yes, mostly.”

You still cannot get over that the moments that would otherwise be filled with awkward silence were filled with the sounds of him rutting into his hand.

“Isn’t it distracting though? Are you able to still feel… um… aroused?”

He does the crudest gesture yet, spreading his legs wider and pushing his hips forward. While he continues to pump himself with one hand, he waves his other hand to point to it, “Obviously.”

A paltry sip of water cannot hope to save you, you outright bury your face in your hands and shake your head.

He laughs, the rhythm of his time actually has been interrupted, he struggles to reign himself in, choking out with guttural, sticky, laughter, “Oh no, I am so sorry.”

You feel for a moment like you have it within you to get up and leave but you don’t feel threatened by your situation. You’re just such a consummate novice.

You look up with just your eyes, you can feel them be preemptively glossy and puffy, you see him slow down to almost a standstill entirely when you meekly say, “It’s okay…” You quickly take inventory of the situation, imagining how you look and the effect it’s seeming to have on him and remove your hands entirely, revealing a smirk peeking through your very apparent shame. You say it again more confidently, nodding towards him with a greedy glance down towards his still consistent, but now slowed, touching, “I’m okay.”

He remains in good spirits but eyes you before he begins picking up speed again. It’s wordless but you think that he must be taking stock of all of this on his end, you’re hoping that you didn’t blow it. You hope that he won’t stop.

You wonder if that made its way onto your face, because he begins working on himself again, the rhythmic schlep returning.

“Just keep talking to me. It’ll help you, focusing on something else at the same time.”

“Okay,” you like that he’s working with you. You try your best to not break under the pressure again, “when he can feel it start to build up, I insert a sounding rod to pierce them.”

“Ugh.”

He shudders, he shudders all the way from within his core. He uncomfortably shifts on the stool, the slick sounds stilling altogether for a moment before he regains composure.

“I’m sorry, I was just… not expecting that. ” he shudders again, this time accompanied by a frantic chittering of his mandibles, but punctuated with laughter. Like he was surprised at himself, “Ah. You may fancy whatever you please, there is no judgement but,” he gives one more final jolt of disdain. He had broken eye contact with you and let his eyes go elsewhere while he imagined your words. Going by his previous account of working on a set or receiving notes, you’re sure this would have been frowned upon.

You flinch when he snaps his eyes back to you, powering onward.

“And then after that, he is able to come?”

“Yes, it’s still viscous and resistant, but I don’t know… About a month ago, we tried without piercing one so that I could see and… it went so badly.”

“You’re trying to see so that he will be able to?”

“Yes.”

“Is it to have sex?”

“No. No, he… Even if it wasn’t physically uncomfortable, it’s more than that. He doesn’t want to… to…” It’s too much to say, it’s too embarrassing for you to say out loud.

“He’s repulsed by the idea of filling another?”

You feel winded, nothing but white hot shame claws at you from within.

“Correct.”

“Where do you stand on the matter?”

It makes you almost angry how easy it is for him to say and ask and answer pointed questions. How could you possibly answer that in a way that truly did it justice? It probably was a simple question to him, answerable by something brief, but you just sit there silent and fuming.

He can see the desperation painted on your face, he says knowingly but not cruelly, “Ah. I see.”

You’re ready to launch into upset, but he begins to move more rapidly, having to shake his hand once to remove it of the excess slime that began to coat his hand entirely. You once again see a crack in his facade when he initially takes on this increased pace, the wet, slapping sound growing fervent. It takes you out of your head for a moment, at least about what you were talking about. You do not try to hide your hard stare as you watch with complete attention towards his heady touching. He was quick, but not aggressive. He did not treat his cock as though he were trying to descale a fish, brandishing it, swinging it wildly. No, he treated himself kindly and reverently, gripping with just enough firmness to not slip off of himself by accident.

You were shameless then, but you can feel yourself grimace when you glance up and see that he’s been watching you. He keeps you here, eyes preoccupied within his instead back to him below while all you could hear was the unmistakable sound and all you could see in the corner of his eyes was the movement of his shoulder.

He intends to let you off the hook, his breath hitching when he finally speaks, “It’s okay to like things even if your lover does not.”

The need to justify yourself is unshakeable.

“It feels too wrong. That’s not why I want to help him but I would be lying if I tried to say that wasn’t part of my…. I don’t know. Eagerness? He considers sperm removal, but wants to try collecting just once. I don’t want him to be miserable, I don’t want to try us having sex, I want him to get the procedure. No matter what I feel though, or try to suggest, or even do… it all feels selfish! Do I try to encourage him towards procedure so that he won’t hate me? Do I help him by any means necessary, justify it to myself like that while I engage in… in “research”, in… this?” You emptily gesture to the room, worried that you’ve been a catastrophic buzzkill yet fraught with relief for saying it out loud to someone.

“Everything everyone does is a little selfish. It’s almost impossible to be impartial yet helpful.”

He sounded a little stilted and out of breath, it was getting harder for him to speak without any affect caused by his impending orgasm. Yet he remained engaged with you and what you’re saying, replying thoughtfully instead of with something bogusly throwaway.

“Mm, for collection huh. I can show you something for that too.”

You inquisitively raise your eyebrows but remain silent as he appears to be unraveling right in front of your eyes.

“Which, as I’m sure you can te—mmhh,” your eyes are as wide as saucers as you see him shift again, his hips nearly lifting off of the stool entirely when he bucks, “—tell, I’m close.”

This was the whole point of this meeting, this moment here, but you can’t not feel anything but total shock. You feel shy, aroused, and utterly out of place.

“You can come near. See up close.”

You knew that time was not on your side, that you needed to make a decision now. You think you would have declined but there was no lilt to his voice, nothing salacious, it was just straight forward. And this is why you were here, right?

You stand up shakily, unnerved that he continues to maintain eye contact while you move closer to him. How can someone get used to doing this day to day? You guess you can see how anything could be reduced to getting easier over time, especially if it was routine, but you can’t imagine ever getting used to this.

While sitting on the stool he’s only marginally taller than you, your eyes line up without you having to crane your neck. Now that you were face to face with him so closely, you didn’t know how to look back down at his hammering, wet hand.

“Do not if too much,” he starts but must take a moment in order to not let another intense wave blur into his words, “or if already known to you, but there is a precursor sensation that you can notice.”

“What is it?”

“Place your fingers onto the tip.”

You’re not sure if you heard incorrectly, are misunderstanding, and balk, “Excuse me?”

“”Research”. I’m not trying to trick you into touching me, it is not for sexual gratification.”

Is this really still passable as research? You test the limits of the idea and gently place your first three fingertips onto the split of his cock, feeling the cool, sticky slime that coated it into a sheen. You do your best to not apply any pressure, as though that maintains you as being direct, but he acts in a similar manner, not pushing into your hand.

“It’s about—about now. They begin to build up.”

You begin to feel the tip pulse, the opening expanding and contracting very slightly. You hadn’t felt this before, normally you kept one hand on the base of your partner while you kept your other one free to reach for the rod.

You sound the most confident you had yet, not finding this so much titillating as much as you found it fascinating, “It’s… like dilating?”

“Yes.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No. Not me. I can feel it though.”

You wonder if it was something your partner felt but didn’t know or acknowledge. This alone might be an angle to explore, maybe you could help coax or relax. Without thinking, you press into Orion’s solid, fleshy, tip and roll your fingers apart to knead into him once and spread him further.

It sends an immediate reaction through him, he lets out a small moan and fights against bucking. You didn’t mean to, you remove your hand just as quickly.

At the same time: him panted, you mortified, “Sorry.”

He laughs and it releases the tension that you feel at least, his relaxed chittering feels reassuring.

He sounds tense but still clear, “Don’t be,” he sees you eye him, your expression muddled with confusion as he cautions, “but touching me like that again would count as involvement.”

You can see it swell again, creating an even wider chasm and it makes you want to return your fingers to feel it grow but you abstain.

Being up close like this, you can see things that are not captured on camera. Like how his thighs are pulsing, gently shaking. The ligament between the plates on his arms rippled.

“You can collect the first with your hand.”

You squirm in a way that you hope he doesn’t notice, or at least won’t comment on if he did.

Your heart beats too fast, you try to not sound so eager when you ask, “How?”

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good-beans · 4 months

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HI @rainbowghostcat and @boxx-sama -- I have been enabled so I'm here to ramble a bit about my faves >:3 Top three are definitely Fuuta, Mahiru, and Yuno! Good taste gang !!🤝✨✨✨

It's a mix of enjoying their songs, genuinely getting into their stories, and relating to them just enough to go a little crazy asdfsd :') Shidou comes in at a close 4th, I love him a lot but I'm not as insane as I am about these guys lmao.

I was holding onto these asks to ramble when I had the time/energy but uuuuhhh I didn't mean to go on for so long sorry 😭 Woe, 03 06 02 thoughts be upon ye...

Starting with Fuuta!! His character has everything – He’s cool, he’s lame, he’s terrifying, he’s tragic, he’s funny, he’s unbearably real, he’s my silly little guy, he makes me cry, etc. The core of his character that always gets me is how normal he is. How he’s probably closest to the majority of the audience – he (and Kazui) are the only ones who did not have murder on their mind at all. He anticipated harm, but the thought of someone dying never once crossed his mind. He’s right around teens/early twenties. He engages with the online world a lot. So many milgram fans are in that age range, on the internet a lot (in order to enjoy the project and its fanbase), feel a strong sense of justice (since they’re so engaged in a project about morality), and aren’t in any situation dramatic enough that they expect anyone to die. He’s so much like all of us.

Continuing on that, his heart really is in the right place to start. He cares deeply about people and society, which is why he wants to fix it. His vision is a bit small, focusing on petty issues rather than huge social issues, but the point is he cares. He attacks Es because he’s trying to be the brave representative after hearing Haruka and Yuno were attacked. He yells at Kazui and Mahiru because they’re not helping the others. He takes care of Haruka. He gives Mahiru a birthday gift even when he has nothing to give.

His biggest issue is, he doesn’t belong. I’ve written up a whole analysis on how he’s written very neurodivergent: he misses social cues, he’s on the outskirts of friendships and groups. It’s more clear in characters like Haruka and Muu, but Fuuta is just as incredibly desperate for attention. For love. For that feeling of belonging in a group. His knightly fantasies aren’t ones of violence and weapons – they’re mostly scenes of him surrounded by a close-knit party of adventurers who are cheering him on.

All of this together is what makes him so compelling and so tragic to me. All the characters are human and real, but he’s the closest to a lot of viewers (myself included). He let the attention get to his head for just a bit too long, let himself get swept away in finally having friends. He got distracted thinking that the focus of being a hero was defeating, and not protecting. And all it took was a brief time of getting drunk on this attention, and now he has a little girl’s blood on his hands. It makes me absolutely insane.

I also think he’s such a cool special case because he truly got a taste of his own medicine. The other characters are being judged in an unfamiliar way, but he is being scrutinized in the Exact same way that Fuuta pried open others’ privacy. He was attacked and almost died because of Es’ judgment, just as his victim was attacked because of his judgment. The process of Milgram is putting him in his victim’s shoes, and it’s so cool to see.

Aaaaand on a lighter note – he’s just so fun!! He’s my little skrunkly fr!!! I love his shit-eating grin. I love his ridiculous laugh. I love his crooked teeth. I love the knight theme, and the fire symbolism. It’s pretty standard, but it suits him perfectly. He’s got such cool, badass songs! I’m obsessed with his voice, both his singing and vd performances are incredible. His vds are the only ones I’ll listen to often and out of the blue – Arthur Lounsbery uses such an interesting and fun voice for him ;--; His design is so fun (apparently I have a Type for redhead characters…), and his t2 development and design were amazing! There has been no other Milgram character that I want to reach through the screen and shake violently by the shoulders and also hug so badly 😂

I’m so obsessed with her theme of ‘being so kind that it causes harm’!! Because it’s very easy to dismiss the other characters as unforgivable when you look at the harm they wanted to cause their victim, or disregard they had for their victim’s feelings. But Mahiru… she doesn’t want to cause any harm. At all. She took her boyfriend’s feelings into consideration so much so that she didn’t stop him when she definitely should have. She doesn’t have a mean bone in her body and yet she fucked up big time!! It’s such a unique type of murder!! The other characters need to be sat down and told “don’t hurt innocents, don’t seek revenge, don’t be selfish, etc” and then Mahiru is over here like “don’t be… nice to people.” Because it’s not about being nice per se – it’s about not being a doormat.

(I know her story is still a bit mysterious – my running theory is that her bf had health issues completely separate from their relationship. They started getting bad and he started to consider suicide. Instead of stopping him, Mahiru combined her need to copy her lover (as seen a lot in TIHTBILWY), her ideas that lovers do everything together, and her belief that one should do anything they set their mind to (as seen in her comments about Es/Kotoko and the attack). She says she’ll join him, make it a lovers’ suicide, but doesn’t follow through at the last second.)

She (and Mikoto) have really interesting themes of how not caring for yourself can actually hurt others. They put all their efforts into giving back to others, to society, fitting into the norms and expectations, not questioning others, and it backfires catastrophically. If she had stood up for herself and her relationship, she would not have assumed anyone deserved to die. She would have known that it wasn’t up to her alone to deal with her bf’s mental issues. She obviously wasn’t handling it correctly (rats….) but she didn’t need to! She should have pointed him to professionals instead of deciding she deserved to die along with him! But she was so poisoned by society’s expectations of being the perfect girlfriend and being considerate of others…

She’s just such a tragic case because the power of love is supposed to be perfect. She’s been taught her whole life that it’s wonderful and magical and pure. Who can kill with the power of love, after all? I can completely understand her denial of the situation, because I also wouldn’t picture a terrifying, dark scene if I knew I was only being nice for my whole life!

And her crime aside – she’s super fun :3 She has The Most Fun songs, she’s full of energy and excitement and enthusiasm! (out of the various english covers I like, hers is the one I jam out to most often hehe). She’s the most stunning character there! I’m a sucker for sunshine-coded characters 🌻🌻🌻I think she has the best symbols out of everyone, between the birdcage and the carousel. The fact that both Mahiru and her bf could be the bird and the cage. The two symbols representing beautiful things that can be trapping. Representing cycles. Representing relationships. I know the hourglass is a popular one but I think this is Yamanaka's finest set of symbols. I am unwell about it. So yeah, rather than give her a good shake I want to yank her right out of there – Get in loser we’re gonna get you some self-love!!!!

And a slightly shorter rant on Yuno because that was a lot adfsdf. Ad I'm aware of the irony that one of my points is that it kinda sucks how most rants on Yuno are cut short :( The thing is, she’s been very honest about her crime, and most people have considered her issue in a context outside of Milgram so they already have a pretty good idea on where their vote stands. Despite being the “obvious” innocent one, she really is the most emotionally charged character imo. It’s easy to relate to the other characters and feel knee-jerk reaction, but none have been so widely discussed as abortion and sex work. I can talk openly about everyone else and get into a nice discussion on morals and emotions, but Yuno is the one character I have to talk very, very carefully around. Whether I’m rambling about Milgram to my family or interacting with new fans, I never know what’s acceptable to say without falling into a whole debate on politics.

So, if it’s made me into someone who keeps quiet and skirts around things, I shudder to imagine the amount of lying/masking Yuno herself must do on a daily basis. I can easily avoid the topic if I choose to – she was dealing with that debate long before coming to Milgram, and is currently dealing with debates and judgements and insults and pity surrounding it. She’s naturally strong so I think fans often forget all the shit that this 18yo is dealing with on a daily basis, and how effortless she’s making it look <3

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #mahiru shiina #yuno kashiki #❤️🧡🩷#LMAO SORRY #im just yellin about some of my favorite things -- feel free to yell back! (or completely ignore me asdfsdfs)#thank you tsumi for the dividers!#and the base for that phone meme was going around but lmk if you want it and i can link it #ask #rose posts

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The Show Must Go On episode review (Hazbin Hotel S1 finale)

The finale of season 1 of Hazbin Hotel. MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW! Also long post warning

Did the title of the episode strangely remind anyone else of the failed videogame “Showdown Bandit”? Anyone?

Charlie wishing her mom was there. Likely foreshadowing her appearing near the end.

Charlie really likes a man in uniform. Maybe take some notes on that Vaggie XD.

Looks like we got a glimpse at how Niffy sees the world, which is apparently similar to Randy Cunningham when as the Ninja.

Again CHARLE=PURITY

I’m not liking how Pentious said that quote about living and dying.

During Al’s speech, you can see Charlie realizing that Pen likes Cherri and being happy for him. Charlie is Pen X Cherri shipper confirmed XD

Could Al be really starting to care about the others?

Angel X Husk and Pen X Cherri fanservice, Charlie liking the last one XD

Oh now Cherri is interested in Pen.

COME ON, KISS YOU TWO! YES!!!

Gross, Adam’s personality is rubbing off on Lute. Even Adam is getting uncomfortable with it and considering its Adam that’s saying something.

The Heaven Bucks things sounds really fake, mostly cause I feel like money doesn’t exist/is necessary for Heaven.

WHAT THE HECK ARE THOSE OUTFITS CHARLIE AND VAGGIE ARE WEARING!?! And why am I getting She-Ra/RWBY vibes from them? Also Charlie is wearing her crown, cute.

I’m intrigued by Charlie’s shield cause I was kind of expecting to see Charlie use her pitchfork along with it, but the shield is still a nice bit of symbolism for how she wants to protect people and not harm anyone…that much. It also shows that she and Vaggie are a great team/couple as Charlie is the defense while Vaggie is the offense.

My fellow DEATH BATTLE fans (which is hopefully a lot of you) get ready to analyze Charlie’s powers, skills, and feats in this fight!

Al’s shield being another feat of how powerful Alastor is, though I wonder if his recent deal with Charlie helped with it?

Aww come one Niffty finally has a chance to go all psycho and all we see is her just stabbing corpses!

While Charlie’s crown is black on the outside, its gold on the inside/other side. Not only do I think this is a Dante’s Inferno reference (it reminds me of the hypocrites’ part but reversed) it also symbolizes how even though she is the daughter of the Devil, Charlie is still a good person.

Alastor’s using shadow jutsu!

OK I DID NOT SEE AL’S VOICE CHANGING after his cane got destroyed. At least this explains how those times I noticed his voiced changed in previous episodes.

Valentino was really saddened when Vox said seeing Alastor about to die was better then sex XD. It’s also funny cause there is a similar line in Netflix’s Castlevania series, which I could definitely see fans making parodies of soon.

Wait WTF is going on now with his voice? Ugh.

That’s our Charlie, even when in a war she is still apologizing. Also her glitter is WAY more effective than Dale Gribble’s pocket sand XD

Also if you slow down the scene enough, you can see that Charlie’s shield damaged and dented the angelic spear, meaning its likely made of something stronger then the angelic steel mentioned by Carmilla in “Hello Rosie”

Charlie shooting fireworks from her fingertips, a nice example of her powers AND a callback to the pilot.

NO NOT THE EGGBOIS! Luckily Angel finally used his secret set of arms to save one of them, we even get to hear his theme song.

And Pen X Cherri fans REJOICED! Also again showing how shallow Cherri can be.

Aww this can’t be goWHAT THE FUCK! I couldn’t even finish writing this sentence because of how fast Pen’s death was! I mean it was implied he was going to die but I thought it be more dramatic than that! Can the Helluva Boss writers at least do this for when they finally kill Striker, or have it happen in my episode idea where Moxxie and his father in law do it?

OOO ITS TIME FOR CHALIE’S DEMON FORM. And in a Sailor Moon kind of way too.

WAIT THAT’S IT? It’s just her regular horns and a tail. The writers really need to amp up these “full demon” forms of the characters as this, Ozzie’s, and Mammon’s forms have been really disappointing to me especially when compared to Stolas and even Helsa’s odd form from the pilot. I hope that this is some kind of semi form or one of many transformations of Charlie’s, and her REAL demon form is something more monstrous but it results in her losing control.

I do like Razzle and Dazzle being dragons, as I did recall them having such a power but this is better than what I was thinking they’d transform into.

DAZZLE NO! At least he died protecting Charlie.

VAGGIE VS. LUTE ROUND 2 (ding ding sound effect from episode)

(Adam slaps Charlie) Again we need fanart of Lucifer and Lilith kicking Adam’s ass.

So a part of me likes that Vaggie spared Lute cause it shows she is better than the so called “angel”, but a part of me knows this is going to bite back later on.

Lute riping her own arm off just proves the previous statement. Still I wonder what a cyborg angel will be like.

You can control fire and shoot fireworks from your fingers, you these things to make Adam let go of you Charlie!

SO Adam is wearing a mask, like I brought up before. I wonder what he looks like under it.

I’m not mad at Lucifer coming in late, cause he likely couldn’t as he probably realized it would just lead to more problems involving Heaven, but again he shows that he is the best dad so far in the series by coming in to save Charlie. Take notes Stolas!

Huh, Adam looks pretty normal looking, even looks a bit like Lute. I was expecting something really ugly under the mask like a pale complexion, sweat, and an unshaven face especially since he has worm that the entire time we have seen him.

OH HO now were getting that Adam ass kicking. Too bad that line from Lucifer kind of ruined it. I mean I can kind of see it being on brand with his goofy personality but still.

Again no one is saying Lilith’s name here. Also I know Lucifer is likely joking about him and Eve being together and just referencing the apple, but I really want to hear Lucifer say he’s only been with Lilith for all his life, then took a break after the divorce.

“NOT THE HOTEL”, is what I would be saying if the trading cards weren’t released early. Still devastating to see.

Like when Adam was choking her, Charlie had the means to save herself there as she is confirmed to have wings. Maybe their waiting for a special occasion to use them.

(Charlie transforms) What was that? At least this confirms that Charlie can transform and confirm that hoove/foot idea I brought up in the last review. I wonder if this is some kind of power from her mother?

Okay Lucifer’s demon form is pretty good. This does make me wonder what that shadow thing of his form the pilot is, if that is still canon. Hopefully it is and it confirms that Charlie can have multiple demon forms.

Holy crap they killed Adam off and Death by Niffy no less! I mean I wanted Adam and Lute to get out of the picture so someone better could take the role of angelic antagonist, but I never thought they would just kill Adam off. At least Vaggie is really happy about this, and I don’t blame her XD. It’s nice to see her smile like this.

Again we see that Lucifer has restraint, which is still interesting.

Lute took his halo. I sense some trouble coming from this. Fingers crossed that it involves how Heaven is okay with Adam being gone, and Lute becoming the thing she hates to destroy Hell AND the “traitors” of Heaven.

I’m still mix on Katie Killjoy being voiced by Brandon. It is making me wonder if Katie was always going to be like this or if they’re altering her to be more like Brandon’s female characters like Bryce. I mean I always though Katie would have a role where she just keeps spreading bad things about Charlie’s hotel, even making things up/ hire others to cause trouble for Charlie so the news can keep reporting on her. Heck she is even thanking them which I never saw pilot Katie never doing through she could be doing it to save face on livestream television. It’s still a funny idea and it has even remined me that there was a time in animation where shows had reoccurring characters whose main thing about them was being obvious references to other fictional or even real characters like Total Drama had characters such as Harold being a Napoleon Dynamite parody and Anne Maria referencing Snooki, Dr. Orpheus from the Venture Bros. was a cheap Dr. Strange knockoff (but still really funny), and there is one character in Atop the 4th Wall that I won’t spoil here cause it’s that crazy, so check it out for yourselves when you can.

Another cameo of Baxter and ARACKNISS!

I also wonder if the Exterminations will be put to a halt here as pointed out in the sliding text on the news channel. It would be interesting to see if Hell really does have an overpopulation problem, and what that would look like.

I’m surprised the V’s aren’t reacting to this more, more so with Vox but it’s likely that he saw the fight with Adam and Alastor and now has a plan on destroying Alastor. That would be cool to see in the next season.

THANK GOD FAT NUGGETS SURIVED! I think VIvzie would have had a riot on her hands if she allowed him to die.

Lucifer said the episode title!

So it looks like Alastor DID care for the others, but now he is dedicated to getting his freedom back from what I still think could be the Lilith imposter who will also be an upcoming deadly force/threat

KeeKee has a Keyblade form!

Yeah Vox and Val are definitely going to use this news for personal gain. The real question is if Velvette will aid them, as her recording them say all this feels like she will try and go out on her own, dragging her allies down in the process. Fitting given her song from “Scrambled Eggs”.

Nice song, great that both Sir Pentious AND Dazzle got memorials, and the new hotel looks amazing as it has a little bit of symbolism from all the others like Husk’s casino vibe and Angel’s career.

PEN IS IN HEAVEN! Emily is loving it while Sera looks confused and scared, BOTH cause she has never saw this happen before or knows that this will kick off some serious consequences like a version of the Armageddon prediction. This is great as now even if the recent fan theory of Emily becoming a fallen angel happens, Charlie now has another ally in Heaven to help spread her redemption plan on that side of things, great for what I can see happening in the next season.

Oh hey everyone its “Lilith”. Yeah I still believe in the “Imposter Lilith” theory that I’ve been talking about lately, and the sunglasses bit adds to it since it is hiding her eyes, like how her face was covered in “Dad Beat Dad”. Plus there have been many times in stories where sunglasses were used to hide something in fiction. Also in the past, we’ve gotten info on her saying how she would like to fight against Heaven, so its odd that she would want sanctuary in it unless she has plans that involve her being there. The biggest clue would have to be that the real Lilith would likely have cheered when she heard Adam was dead. I did talk about how the Imposter could likely want to destroy everything, so for all we know she is pretending to be Lilith who wanted sanctuary in Heaven (if they even know she is there) which is all just a ruse to get info on how to destroy Heaven to fulfill her life’s work and if anything ever happens, the Imposter can rely on her servant Lute and the Exorcist to aid her.

I will admit that it COULD be the real Lilith. I did make a recent post on my Tumblr going over how I think Lilith actually recruited the Imposter to help her take down Heaven a peg a long item ago, but she eventually realized the Imposter had bigger plans that involved destroying everything in existence and Lilith has since been trying to stop the Imposter. At one point things could have gotten so bad to a point that she had to hide in Heaven (again if they even know she is there) until she thought of a plan to stop it like having Lute work for her (again maybe Al works for the Imposter) and similar to what I have in my “Season 1 is a test for Charlie” Lilith knew Adam wasn’t up for the task of defending everyone from the Imposter, so she had to install Lute as leader of the Exorcist so there would be at least a small capable army to fight against the Imposter/upcoming threat if things got bad. However now that Charlie’s redemption plan is getting more support and is proven to be true, Lilith could be scared that the Imposter could go after her and Lucifer next, so I think next season she will try and convince Charlie to stop her goals until they have a plan of stopping the Imposter. Maybe since she made a deal with Lute, she has no choice but to stop Charlie or risk losing the one chance they have at saving everything from the Imposter…until she learns that her daughter was able to make an army to stop the Exorcist which could lead to Lilith changing her mind and maybe think that Heaven and Hell should work together to stop the Imposter/big threat. Even then there could be consequences as we don’t know what exactly happens if a deal with a demon is ever broken. Would said demon die or would the natural of the forces of the universe go crazy until something happens? For any non Percy Jackson fans and those that don’t care about spoilers for it, look up “Trials of Apollo” and “River Styx” to get an understanding of what I mean by broken deals.

That was a GREAT episode AND a great finale for the first season of Hazbin Hotel.

We got tons of action, drama, suspense, fanservice, and mystery just like how I like my shows. The finale was really good cause its on track for what I’ve been saying I would like to see Charlie go through when it comes to the next step of trying to convince the people of Heaven and Hell her redemption plan is a good thing in general for the afterlife.

The only minor problems I have with it is that they didn’t utilize Niffty as much as I thought they would in the battle.

When it comes to the season as a whole it was great, with episode 4 being the worst as we all knew those events were coming but thanks to Helluva Boss it was made less serious to me.

I also agree with other fans that biggest problem the season had was that there should have been more episodes. I mean people know how popular Hazbin Hotel AND Helluva Boss is so it’s a bit odd that they didn’t get more then 8 episodes, especially since they aren’t the usual hour long episodes that are everywhere. Not to mention how half the season came out all at once here on Amazon Prime.

Apparently this is a big problem with Amazon Prime shows in general, BUT luckily given how well received the whole season has been (wordplay pun not intended), I’m hopeful that this will convince the people at A24 and Prime to give Vivzie and the HH cast more funding to make MORE episodes for next season, like maybe 14 this time. Sure this could delay the release of season 2, which is apparently already being made, but I bet I’m not alone when I say I’d be okay with such a delay if it means more Hazbin Hotel.

Hopefully next season though there are less trailers and clips released, another reason why there should be more episodes to help dimmish such things, AND if there is another early release on A24 it should just be like 2 days before the season comes on Amazon Prime and NOT a whole week.

I’m also calling it now that the season 2 episode premiere of Hazbin Hotel will start with a news segment with Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench recapping some of the events of last season and telling us what has happened to both the characters and Hell/Heaven since the finale. I also predict that Lilith, whether the real one or the Imposter posing as her, will appear at the end of said episode starting off that season’s main story.

I definitely want to hear your thoughts on not only this episode, but also on the entire season so don’t be shy. What do you think/hope will happen in season 2? What kind of episodes or stories would you like to see in the next season? What theories do you have?

LET ME HEAR IT!!!

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I've been wondering if you have any thoughts on the line "A sword is never a killer; it is a tool in the killer's hand" but specifically in the context of tdt ch 18 where ronan says it. I thought it could be a reference to ronan's nightmares and night horrors being a tool for his self-destruction, but would love to hear your thoughts!

hi, thank you for this message (and for waiting)! i'm going to try to stay within the context of tdt ch 18 in my actual answer (so this response won't discuss the phrase as it relates to the gray man [and greenmantle, and niall, and so on] and other overarching themes in the series such as tools vs. weapons, magic/love as tools that can be wielded as such, etc.). as you can probably guess, i'll be mentioning suicide, self-harm, and general depressive/self-loathing thoughts and behaviors, though there are no graphic descriptions of injuries.

i definitely agree that the main reference of this phrase is to how ronan’s night horrors act as a means for self-harm: both physically and physiologically; both in the dreamscape and in the waking world. ronan, the killer; the night horrors, tools in his hands he wields against himself. to me, one of the central themes or questions of chapter 18 to the characters (ronan and gansey) is the true nature of ronan’s suicidal thoughts and behaviors. of course, as a reader, being able to interpret all the literal and metaphorical aspects of the text makes my interpretation of ronan’s words and actions different than gansey and ronan’s interpretations. i think the reason for me mentioning this will become clear later.

i’m not sure how prominent a debate over the truth of ronan’s attempt is (or was) amongst trc readers, but i think there are two main possible interpretations (although i think the distinction between the two is not very important in the end, given how metaphors are used in tandem with the mundane in the series). a debate, if one existed, would investigate whether a subconscious urge to harm oneself is equivalent to a realized/intentional one and different thoughts on interpreting certain magic metaphors in trc. i think a distinction between subconscious and conscious suicidality (i.e. decoupling his waking desires from his subconscious impulses and assuming suicide would require conscious intention; assuming that ronan did not kill himself but was rather attacked) is possible and would make more sense in a conversation about lived experiences of real people (dream magic put far aside of course) but in trc, especially in the case of ronan, who regularly manifests aspects of his psyche in other objects and beings, we can take them as more similar or even the same experiences in this very specific case. in other words, i prefer to holistically evaluate ronan’s suicide attempt via night horror as both symbolic and literal given that he is the source from which the horrors are generated and that they have a singular lust for only his blood. in my opinion, this interpretation is more consistent with the symbolism and themes of ronan’s dreams as a larger category, inclusive of the night horrors.

in chapter 18, we learn that ronan has allowed people (including close friends, like gansey) to believe he attempted suicide by mundane means several months prior to avoid disclosing the secret of his dreaming/that his injuries were inflicted by dreamt night horrors. i’ll talk a bit about the implications this revelation has for ronan’s relationships with niall, gansey, and lies/secrets/truths, but first, i’ll emphasize that there is a strongly blurred distinction between killer and tool when said tool springs from the killer’s own mind. i think this opens up an interesting avenue of discussion of a more general philosophy regarding ronan’s dreaming, his responsibility over himself versus his dreams (particularly the living dreams), to what degree would/should it possible to separate his dream’s volitions from his own, and does the answer change for dreams that act as extensions of other aspects of his subconscious, the dreams that materialize his care or love or innocence or fear instead of his self-destructive tendencies, born of grief? and how does this change in situations when ronan is repressed, isolated, confused (e.g. the specific point in ronan’s development currently being discussed)? when ronan has been raised to never disclose his dreaming, cannot choose the content of his dreams, and has not been explicitly taught that he can choose what to bring back?

in chapter 18, ronan makes this confession to gansey after waking from the mask nightmare, which results in the manifestation of night horrors in addition to the mask bearing adam’s (ronan’s? ronan’s adam’s?) blood. the scene, once gansey finds ronan, starts with his back turned, “wicked” tattoo on display, body tense and guarded. we’re reading from gansey’s pov, so the limited access to ronan’s internal experience adds to the mysterious and tense atmosphere- for a moment, ronan is someone alien, strange, unfamiliar to gansey. crucially, ronan addresses gansey in latin: quemadmodum gladius neminem occidit; occidentis telum est. it feels like an avoidance of the truth, of what he’s about to disclose, given the lack of eye contact and, maybe moreso, gansey’s inferior grasp of latin. when ronan does turn to face gansey, he resurrects their collective memory of a promise: that ronan told gansey ‘it would never happen again.’ gansey interprets, as anyone with his incomplete vantage point would, this as a promise to not attempt suicide again, but ronan clarifies that he has technically broken his word by dreaming more night horrors (as, apparently, the promise was to not let himself get attacked by them again rather than to not attempt suicide again- but as i’ve said, i think the distinction is due to ronan’s a. still-developing sense and command of self, dreaming, subconscious urges, etc. and b. aversion to lying). ronan tells gansey it’s not like that- but it kind of is. perhaps the difference this time is that his manifestation of the night horrors is less steeped in grief at the loss of his father and more characterized by his feelings for adam and difficulty accepting them, but that’s not something prominently explored in this chapter (because of all the repression, of course).

another difference, far more immediately crucial, is that this time, he no longer keeps the dreaming secret, and this evolution from silence to confession saves them both. ronan has gansey to literally help fight his demons (notably, kavinsky has no one, in the end). it is ronan’s choice and ronan’s choice alone to find the will to live, to break down his self-hatred, but it is his relationships that foster an environment in which that’s possible (the most relevant examples to this current topic are gansey helping him kill the night horror in monmouth and adam repairing the ley line during the battle with kavinsky at the end of the book). ronan’s night horrors are killable, defeatable; his suicidality is not perpetual nor insurmountable. kavinsky’s dragon, by comparison, seems invulnerable, or at least exponentially more difficult to kill, especially without the benefit of implicit, durable love on his side. i think it’s also notable that kavinsky knew the truth of ronan’s suicide attempt from the start, but this theoretical and experiential understanding from another dreamer doesn’t save ronan- ronan has to willingly give up the secret. i think this feature of tdt argues that the truth means a lot less when it is stolen.

to return to niall for a bit, i think the chapter (as well as the one that precedes it, which begins with the proclamation: the mask was his father’s) provides some commentary on the consequences of keeping secrets vs confessing truth. niall commands ronan to never confess about the dreaming, so ronan uses a more literal suicide as a cover story. the secrecy and lie ronan carries on top of the self-destructive tendencies, the self-hatred, etc. are additionally heavy burdens for him to carry. trium @grandfather-clock made this absolutely brilliant observation that i've paraphrased a bit: that this secrecy about dreaming fosters ronan’s sense of shame, which extends to secrets beyond dreaming, and that this shame is a perverting force: it makes niall’s (probably) harmless mask hanging in the barns a legitimate danger in ronan’s dream; it makes adam/ronan's love for him, ronan’s second secret, a monstrous nightmare that reflects ronan’s perception of himself as a shameful, corrupting force. (i will venture so far as to posit that the dark night horrors, ronan's self-hatred, are a perversion of ronan's capacity to love himself and others: the two-headed night horror he can only dream at the end of tdt.)

ronan’s technical betrayal of niall is notable- even though gansey and the others already know about the dreaming; he discloses that dreaming nearly allowed him to kill himself (and being a dreamer likely contributed to his depression in the first place, making the loss of his father and subsequent isolation even more sharply felt). he makes this confession, however guarded, to gansey: someone who so fiercely strives to maintain ronan’s safety.

but i will confess that even though i have my own interpretation, ronan’s own belief about his suicide attempt is a little slippery to me. I will say that quemadmodum gladius neminem occidit; occidentis telum est. is a seneca quote, and in context, it is referencing other men's arguments and not necessarily the author’s (seneca's) personal beliefs. does ronan agree with the claim, that the guilt lies with killer rather than the means of killing? is he admitting the lie to gansey while also admitting he DID kill himself, just not in the way gansey thought? was the lie about methodology and circumstance rather than true intention and feeling? or is he saying he doesn't believe that a sword is just a tool in the killer's hand, and that the night horrors have motives and thirst for his blood beyond what he feels and wants, and he is using the cover of someone else’s philosophy to make a difficult admission? regardless, even though ronan’s feelings toward the seneca quote are ambiguous to me (and i am quite doubtful that this particular context surrounding the quote was considered when this chapter was written), i think the intention of truth, honesty, and therefore trust constitute the most important part of the chapter, and that ronan does in fact believe what he is saying.

at the end of the chapter, there’s some established clarity and revelation about ronan and his dreaming/near-death for gansey.. it takes the entirety of the scene in which they fight and kill the night horror for gansey to translate and recognize the quote, and ronan says it again, this time in english, this time with his face visible to gansey: A sword is never a killer; it is a tool in the killer's hand. it feels like a deeper iteration of the confession. but does ronan believe what he’s saying, and what does it mean to him? i think it’s his way of telling gansey he really was harboring suicidal ideation, even if only in dreams (although his reckless behavior while awake suggests otherwise) and that the confession of the dreamt/magical aspect of the suicide has been made earlier, so he now makes the confession that said dreamt/magical aspect was a sword he forged to only harm himself. gansey doesn’t know this (and wouldn’t, since the night horror even claws him, not ronan during the scuffle, although i think it’s meant to immobilize gansey rather than kill him), but the night horrors only ever want to hurt ronan. they are said to be in love with his blood - a perversion of lynch arrogance! and also a fascinating avenue i’ve yet to explore given the fact that he dreams adam’s (?) blood and the nightmarish form of adam is described as a night horror himself in the previous chapter.

ronan also repeats the line at the climax of the book (first told to him by cabeswater’s trees in latin, he then repeats it aloud in english). i won’t discuss it much here since you’ve asked about chapter 18 specifically, but i will say the following: the book states that the night horrors were not a weapon ronan could wield; he laments that he cannot control them and that they only want to hurt him. this sort of convolutes the conclusion i made at the end of chapter 18- now it seems like ronan sees a greater distinction between himself and the night horrors, which makes sense, since he is on the cusp of realizing he no longer hates himself, but the declaration that he can’t control them implies that he also had no control over his suicidality, which, now that i’m typing this, does make sense, but doesn’t necessarily lessen the link between his subconscious urges and material outcomes and truth of what happened. i think it’s interesting that ronan does not consider the night horrors weapons because he can’t use them to harm anyone (and this is in the context of not being able to use them in combat against kavinsky). it’s as if he’s robbing himself of personhood by declaring that harming himself with a tool does not make the tool a weapon, and it only would be a weapon if wielded against someone else. much to think about as i oscillate between the chapters. i think there is an obvious gap between ronan as a character and myself as a reader, and this distance is making my observations a bit muddled/subject to change as i re-read the scenes since i am constantly evaluating ronan’s perspective against the broader literary implications of his character.

i’ll sort of summarize all of this by saying i'm of the strong opinion that because ronan's dreams (especially at this point in his development when he has little control over his dreaming and is particularly at the whims/mercy of his subconscious) are not strictly him but are aspects so clearly derived from his own thoughts and feelings and desires and perceptions (the night horrors make ticking noises, maybe like hearts?), he did intentionally kill himself, even if the exact mechanism and thought process was obscured (even from himself) by the magic of it. so perhaps the night horrors are tools of expression (of grief, of self-hatred, of repression, of depression) rather than universal weapons, but become weapons against only ronan in his (the killer’s) hands. what do you think?

#rchl #ask #trc #the dream thieves #ronan lynch #suicide mention #thanks trium for making sure this all made sense <3

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Hii I’ve stumbled across a few of your posts and haven’t even gleaned the tip of the iceberg that is your blog, but I would love to hear a more fleshed version of your Bakugo with AFO post (if you have more that you wanted to share), because that is such a cool concept???

Like, it’s such a nice way to address the symbiotic nature of the two quirks + Bakugo’s relationship with Midoriya at the same time, and there’s also so much to explore in terms of the repercussions of that (not just the symbolism of it, but also the parts you’ve mentioned like what that would mean for people who’ve had their quirks stolen, how they will deal with all the stockpiled quirks, or even on a wider scale of how the media would react if AFO/OFA is leaked/ revealed to the public).

Just imagine the amount of continued exploration in terms of the nature of quirks v nurture of society, because AFO/OFA has so far been (imo) one of the few evidence that quirks carry personality, which is so awesome because it’s like saying a quirk literally holds a part of you through the vestiges while demolishing this idea through basically the entire plot of the manga loll. (To phrase it slightly better, the manga is sort of reaching the conclusion that a quirk is a part of you and you only, without being all of you, and that it’s exactly what the name says it is: a quirk.)

The thing I don’t really like about this conclusion is the blatant disregard for the quirkless community, which was the initial point of discussion and social commentary in bnha. This is why I think Bakugo being given AFO would be great fuel for the debate of should we be allowed to mess with the quirks we are given.

As in, who gets to decide? Who gets to play god? How will it be regulated? Should it even be regulated? How do you do all that without dehumanising Bakugo the same way society dehumanised pro heroes? (Bonus points for linking this to real life because I’m all for social commentary/ reflections in fictional media)

And then on a personal level, what will it take for Bakugo to be able to control AFO’s personality (hello, eye symbolism + name symbolism) within the quirk? How will All Might handle this info? How does this all relate to the conflict of children in war? The development of the league of villains’ character plots (esp Tomura’s)?

I have a lot of questions with very few answers loll, I would love to hear your thoughts on this!!

this post, for reference

Gosh, I am so sorry for taking forever to answer this. But you ask so many good questions! And I think this is actually a pretty good time, after 419.

I guess where I stand with the idea now is still somewhat ambiguous. All for One as a power is too big and interesting to go away--or at least, if it did go away, it would speak volumes. It feels like an almost elemental, fundamental, and even spiritual power, something beyond the man himself. So I'm still wondering about its future.

While a lot of other characters' narratives, including Katsuki's, are about this "nature of quirks vs. nurture," with the original Japanese name for quirks literally meaning "individuality" ("個性" or "kosei"), All for One (the power) oddly represents a lack of individuality. Like a shapeshifter with no form of its own. With that in mind, might we actually compare it to quirklessness? This is worth considering if we're trying to guess who might be a fitting person to inherit it.

I'm at least certain that Tenko shouldn't keep it, since he was literally groomed for it, to be a vessel. For him it represents a lack of individuality in the absolute worst way: a lack of agency, and an identity determined by/in the image of someone else since before even the moment of conception. Actually, as of 419, it seems like if there is any echo of him left after being possessed again, Tenko needs to get rid of the quirk. If he is able to regain control for even a second, the most logical action he can take to save himself and do something of his own free will for once, is to pass the quirk on to someone else.

What I'm a little less certain about is who should get it. On the one hand, Katsuki has a very strong sense of self, especially now. As I said before, this would make him an interesting candidate because he wouldn't want AFO, and thus wouldn't use it for his own gain, on principle. However...

In between now and when I wrote that little post, the future of One for All has also become ambiguous. Does Tenko have it even though All for One does not? (because of Izuku's intent in passing it on?) I've wondered for a long time what would happen if OFA and AFO combined. Would they become more than the sum of their parts, creating something new? Maybe something that can connect with other people and build them up? Perhaps it would develop some aspect of agency that takes away its capacity to exploit people. I'm just speculating...

And I haven't wanted to talk about it, but I'm ambivalent about Izuku becoming quirkiness again. As in, I think Horikoshi could pull it off either way. So this is just an idea:

Izuku could also be a candidate for AFO because he lacks a sense of self, in his own way, as I've gone into before. At best, this means a lack of an ego, the opposite of AFO's personality. In AFO's words, Izuku is the boy born with nothing, who now has less than nothing. There's also a nice symmetry to this idea: Izuku giving OFA to Tenko, then Tenko giving AFO to Izuku. It would be interesting to see what the power would be like in the hands of its antithesis.

But like I said, if you ignore AFO's own selfish interpretation of the power as a tool for domination and a sign of his natural superiority, its essence is a lot more comparable to quirklessness. Just as one's quirk does not encompass one's entire self even though it is unique to them, so too does the quirk have potential beyond its user's point of view. It is potentially ideal for someone who wouldn't make it a part of who they are or use it to enforce their desires, and this applies to both Izuku and Katsuki.

The final thing to mention from your question is the possibility that whoever received AFO would have to deal with overcoming his possession. Maybe this is too much for one person to handle. Maybe Katsuki plays into this either way.

#and I'll leave it at that because hoo boy there are a lot of unknowns #asks #lin answers #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha 419 #bnha manga #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #bkdk #dekubaku #dkbk #all for one #one for all #shimura tenko #shigaraki tomura

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koolades-world · 1 year

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Genius OM! Character Design

Next up in character design analysis is Asmo!! @xsugarxglass asked that I do him next so I am! If anyone has a character you want me to do next please let me know cause otherwise I’ll probably drag my feet lol

Before I actually get into looking at his design can we please admire that all his buttons are heart shaped?? it’s literally so cute. The hole in the back of his shirt for his wings is also a heart <33

First, I’m going to look at the obvious and pick the low hanging fruit. The golden scorpion accent thingy is pretty clear as to why it’s there and what it does. The splash of gold on a mostly black and pink outfit not only draws more attention to it, but it also helps him as a character. Scorpions, or more specifically, scorpion tattoos can symbolize many things, but the one I found most interesting was it’s meaning of rebirth after ending something toxic and resilience. While all of the brothers did changed in a way, I personally think Asmo was the most upset after the fall. Levi and Beel were also pretty distraught. Levi’s reason was most in tune with Asmo’s reason of hating becoming a demon. I feel as if scorpions help represent how he grew to accept himself the way he was after the fall.

Both the tail and the head of the scorpion have a heart, which could just be a callback to his sin, but I think it might represent his journey as a being. It sounds more stupid the more I think about it, but hear me out lol. He started as an angel, where he loved everything about his life. Nothing could be better. He had everything he could ever want. Until the Celestial War happened. He became something else, hence the red heart becoming gold. (An after thought to this was I noticed the red heart was outlined with gold, but this might be to symbolize how his fate was set in stone, and how he was always meant to become a demon. However, I’m not really sure about that so please let me know what you think.) The scorpion trails around his chest, his back, and finally ends around his hips. I think this might represent his journey as a demon and accepting himself. It isn’t a smooth one. It’s constantly spiny and prickly. While observing the detail more, I noticed some spines were hidden or missing, perhaps representing breaks within this journey of self doubt and hatred. The closer you get to the end, the smaller the spines gets, which could mean he learnt and eventually accepted himself the way he was as a demon, since the scorpion ends in a heart. Or I could be over thinking it LOL

On his torso, he has eleven black roses. I did a little research since I don’t know much about flowers, but apparently eleven roses means “you are my treasured one” and don’t ask where I learned this since this is a random piece of knowledge I just have but apparently it also means rebirth which ties back to my previous point. Black roses usually symbolize death and mourning but again, mean rebirth! See a pattern here?

His wings are the smallest of among (among us lol) his brothers, so I imagine he can’t do a whole lot. He probably can’t carry people super effectively like his brothers can. His wings might represent how he feels kind of unless. Although I did just go on a whole rant about how he’s grown to accept himself as a demon, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think he’s ugly or pointless sometimes. Not much else to add here because any other point I thought made sense in my head made zero sense written down. If I ever find a way to make it make sense I’ll add it lol

The heart birthmarks? I think they are, on his arm are meaningful too. This is unrelated, but I noticed any brothers with specific marks like these have them on one side of his body, like Belphie, but that’s for later. Apparently three hearts mean the loves of the past, present, and future. This is a bit of a stretch since all the three heart designs I saw were all connected or closer, but otherwise I would have nothing to say about them lol. The hearts are also stressed looking, pulled thin at the tips, which could represent his emotional turmoil. The one outlines in pink almost reminds me of a tear drop. If were still going by the heart tattoo thing, that would be his heart of the present, meaning his current reality is distressed, but he’s happy in a way becuase it’s outlined in his color. This could represent Mc because Mc is the first person he thought he could love as much as himself

What he’s wearing is something I would call faux-formal. I personally love the faux anything style, especially faux-business. It’s like when you wear something that looks like it’s intended to be for a more professional or nice setting, but it’s actually breaks pretty much all of the rules. My personal favorite example is this cute button up shirt I own. It looks totally professional on the hanger, but like it’s actually super see through and the top buttons are fake, so I usually wear it with a short but businessy skirt and blazer to embrace the look. The collar being buttoned up to the very top, his shoes, and the tail coat is giving very formal, but the cutout in the back and his pants ruin this look. I think this might be a way to say “fuck you” to the Celestial Realm or anyone who might judge him for his sin. People often write him off as the horny, comic relief, but he’s so much deeper than that. He’s capable of feeling love, but just doesn’t fully understand it and everyone around him easily say it’s just his sin talking.

Unrelated observations that I don’t think means a whole lot include his nails are pink and lime, and not pink and teal and his horns are dipped in pink and I’m not sure any other brother has colored horns. lowkey he snatched… Bella Hadid 🥳

Let me know what you guys think or if you have anything to add

#obey me #obey me!#obey me asmo #obey me x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me character breakdown

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emotionallychargedtowel · 1 year

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the persistent and the cute

Over the last few days, there’s been a really interesting discussion in the comments of my reblog of the gifset @tinngun put together of the Utsukushii Kare season 2 finale kiss. I’m transplanting it here because 1) it seems like @tinngun could use a break from all those notifications and so forth 2) the conversation was totally getting buried and I think it might be interesting to folks who probably wouldn’t see it without it being brought back out into a main post. So, first, here’s a quick recap of what I posted when I reblogged the gifset post in the first place. Well, the part that’s pertinent to this conversation, at least. I commented on the tropeyness of the scene, including allusions to Hira and Kiyoi’s sexual relationship, which (from what I hear) gets quite a bit of time in the novels but by virtue of TV as a medium, is mostly not portrayed in the series. In other words, since this part of the relationship isn’t shown directly the vast majority of the time, it has to be sketched out through these allusions, including what I’d consider coded language.

With regard to the coded terms, I brought up something @bookittyboop had mentioned to me previously, that “persistent” and “cute” have specific meanings in BL/yaoi/other related genres. Basically, someone labeled as “persistent” is more active/forceful sexually and someone labeled as “cute” is yielding/more passive, with these roles being mutually reinforcing (i.e. the more yielding the “cute” person is, the more forceful the “persistent” person becomes).

Then I talked about the way Hagiwara Riku’s voice shifts in the line, “Sorry, Kiyoi. I can’t wait any longer tonight.” I had checked out some clips of other roles of his and noticed that among other things, he really seems to use his voice to differentiate between characters. This helped me to notice how distinct his “can’t wait” voice was, and I thought this was probably a voice belonging to the “persistent” part of the character. And I was less sure about this, but I thought Yagi Yusei was playing into this as well by reacting to the voice by kind of melting/going all floppy in response to it (he’d been fairly swoony before that, but it definitely seemed to be going up a notch there).

Then @xnoel, perennial fountain of information, pointed me to this quote from an interview translation (highlighting added):

So yeah, this seems like confirmation! I mean, what else would Yagi be referring to when he talks about “Hira’s ‘dark’ side” than this authoritative husky whisper thing?

Then I got some really great comments which I’m going to share here with permission, in part because I asked if anyone could point me toward more information on the “persistent”/”cute” thing.

The ever-helpful @nieves-de-sugui said:

a little bit of translation notes for your analysis! Hira is saying, literally, "I can't hold back (anymore)" and it's a very tropey sentence to say in BL (and shoujo) right before getting it on. It's also the main indicator of taking over/taking charge of the sexual encounter. There's a lot of one taking over and the other giving in. (I think there's a lot here about how Japanese people relate to sex and how it should be done).

(I said I’d run into this trope in Kdramas before as well.)

And then the kind and knowledgeable @bookittyboop pretty much took me to school on the whole persistent/cute dichotomy! They left comments in two clusters at different times so I’m putting a little dinkus (the line of asterisks or symbol that marks a transition between sections) in there to show where that was. Oh, and I took out some greetings/closings and stuff like that for flow purposes. Here we go:

The best source I can think of (because otherwise this is the kind of thing your get through osmosis once you've watched enough Japanese media) is @absolutebl's post [link added by me] on the whipping boy trope, though there is more to it. I would classify Hira as a whipping boy/attack dog/service top and Kiyoi as more of a kuudere than a tsundere as well as a spoiled prince/pampered princess.

Their characterization and dynamic (and derivatives) is a staple not only in bl but in Japanese media. You've got a male character (Hira) who is the unassuming or even the loser archetype but unearths or shows a "manly" and protective side in benefit of his loved ones (many times after his "cowardice" or "uselessness" has let them be hurt) and slowly makes something of himself.

Then you got a (normally female) character who is a combination of cold and aloof (kuudere) or prickly and explosive (tsundere) but actually wants to be cherished and uses the gruff exterior as a way to protect herself from heartache/rejection.

The first archetype normally admires the second and wants to be at their service while the second sees the potential in them and the adoration makes them feel safe. In normal circumstances the first character has a submissive personality and the other a domineering one. The second character is also going to find emotional vulnerability extremely difficult to express. But in certain circumstances, there is a "mom friend hack" button.

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When character 2 opens up/shows vulnerability, character 1 identifies a need in the other to be cared for and takes confidence from being chosen to provide that. There's also gap moe (duality cuteness) and horny "I'm gonna worship you so good you will forget everything else,” "gotta get top marks at satisfying you," and "you're so cute I wanna eat you up" buttons.

The second character in turn feels attracted, safe and tethered by that show of confidence and let's themselves (their barriers) go more and more . Those energies feed into each other and that's how you get to our kiss scene. Sometimes(Kiyoi's case) they add coyness and shyness ("no, that's too much you beast") because God forbid the tsundere/kuudere lacks plausible deniability when they go back to their senses. (there's a "baby it's cold outside"element too)

This is where @absolutebl chimed in to say they thought @bookittyboop was doing “a GREAT job” with this explanation.

And I agreed, and thanked them for the time and effort involved in such a useful explanation, but asked about the “mom friend hack” because it was new to me. Here was their explanation:

The mom friend is the responsible, caring one, prepared for any eventuality. If you're a generally anxious person but also the mom friend, you've got a hack where you handily navigate situations which would normally be embarrassing or anxiety-inducing if it's for your loved one's benefit.

For example:

-Buying condoms, pregnancy tests, emetics or other "embarrassing" stuff

-telling waitstaff they got an order wrong and to please change it

-asking a teacher to explain something again or revise an exam score

-giving a jerk a piece of your mind

Basically, you may not be able to stand for yourself or even make perfectly mundane, normal requests for your own sake, but the power of love lets you rationalize things, be brave, and do it for others.

I just realized I probably didn't clarify enough. Hira's thing is not exactly a "mom friend hack" but it's similar to it in the sense that "being needed" lets him overcome a mental block.

And they added, re: my theory about Kiyoi’s response to the Persistent Voice:

As for the kiss voice and Kiyoi's reaction, I too am convinced that was all on purpose. Bl drinks from yaoi manga, which has a treasure trove of visual cues and tropes. If there was a manga version, we'd probably have seen Hira suddenly get wolfy ears and shiny eyes + Kiyoi blushing like a maiden (maybe a fade to black with the dirtiest onomatopoeia known to man) to signal someone's getting railed within an inch of his life 😂. This is the real life equivalent.

So, yeah. Lots to think about here. I’m glad to know I seemed to be on the right track. It’s funny how there is so much material out there about some tropes and genre terms (googling seme and uke will get you more results than you know what to do with) while other tropes are harder to find anything about. (If only because of the vagaries of search terms, which might be a factor here.) If nothing else I’ll have this post to refer back to and I hope others will do the same if they find it at all useful.

Thanks again to @bookittyboop and @nieves-de-sugui for their thoughts! And to the illustrious @absolutebl for chiming in with praise (for @bookittyboop) and confirmation.

postscript:

There are a couple of things I keep noticing about that kiss scene since this discussion that I wanted to point out. I guess the fact that, due to both of my reblogs, I had a gifset of the scene at the top of my profile for three days probably has something to do with it.

First, I hadn’t noticed how much Kiyoi really is slipping into a “cute” persona even before the Persistent Voice is used--just in response to Hira’s first kiss. His eyes get very soft and he does that affectionate head-bonk but the pièce de résistance, to my mind, is the rather childlike way he sticks out the end of his tongue. So, yeah. The first stage of cuteness comes before the Voice is even used.

Second, I hadn’t even reckoned with just how floppy Kiyoi gets after the Voice. He’s swaying around so much that Hira keeps having to grab him so he doesn’t just keel over. He’s gone almost boneless.

I guess it’s just really fascinating to me how this set of tropes can be so pervasive in one culture (or at least noteworthy chunks of it) and yet almost entirely novel to me. I mean, I was aware cultural differences existed, of course, but sometimes getting hit by the reality of them is still startling.

#utsukushii kare #utsukushii kare season 2 #utsukushii kare 2 #hira x kiyoi #persistent x cute trope #bl tropes

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salty-protagonist · 1 year

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The Chess Winner

I am preparing additional posts about the recent plot twists. This is just a smaller idea.

At this point, everyone following the Kuroshitsuji manga are aware that the final battle is constructed as a chess game with there being sides and all.

OC the black pieces and RC the white pieces. (This also kind of fits the plot perfect since RC was the one who made the first move by unveiling he is alive, a very interesting detail in the series)

In the earliest chapters, there is a scene where OC is playing chess with Madam Red and they talk about the consept of OC being the one who moves the pieces. Initially, it may seem as though it’s just a symbolism for the contract between OC and Sebastian. Sebastian being the black knight.

OC is seen playing the black side here too.

However, as many of you may have realized it’s the general Kuro metaphor for chess. But what’a interesting is this panel of the chapter when Madam Red’s funeral is held. Where the fallen king is white.

Which led me to believe that OC will be the winner of the Battle of Ciels.

What’s more interesting is what is said in the panel above. (Cropped to conserve space)

“Until I hear the final call of ‘checkmate’”

(Of course translation can change the exact wording but I did check in both the official volumes in my native language and other fan translations. The meaning is basically the same)

I really think that our beloved protagonist OC will die at the end of the series. But it will most likely be something Sebastian does rather than defeat by UT and his troop. Once OC realizes it’s his own family he’s been seeking revenge from all this time, he will make the move to end the game. Their contact will be completed by then.

Also, it will be best to assume that a lot of OC’s pieces will fall(people will die). This is not a new discovery but rather something that has always been emphasized thought out the series that I think is worth mentioning here.

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Hello, and welcome back. I haven’t been active recently but I’m preparing posts that will be released next week (if I have the will to finish them by then :) )

#black butler #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji manga #phantomhive #blackbutler #ciel phantomhive #black butler theories #kuroshitsuji theory #black butler theory

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jokenotfunny · 2 years

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eddie x platonic! experiment! reader

just realized it can be seen as a slight! steve harrington x platonic! experiment! reader as well due to their cute little sibling antics so i’ll tag it as that as well. 😭

the in-between series : not really any eddie in this one unfortunately but! season 3 will have a nice surprise, including the both of you. so please don’t kill me 😭

a/n : this. is too fucking long 😭 and i forgot how to add the keep reading symbol omg , kill me now actually 🧍🏾‍♀️

part 3!

part 1 , part 2

season 2 : starting middle school

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- so you didn’t actually start school until september of 1984

- steve and hopper thought it’d be better to do some type of home schooling, before just throwing you in with the sharks

- and they also wanted you to get used to being around people who didn’t know about your special abilities

- you needed to be taught that not everyone was as cool as will , dustin , lucas , and mike

- plus you realllly needed to be taught not to use your powers when you were upset

- because the summer of 1984 was interesting to say the least

- you were playing around in the pool , while nancy sat on the edge of it, reading a book and steve was throwing a ball back and forth with you, while sitting next to her

- when all of a sudden a glass bottle went flying over your fence , exploding at the side of the pool. and nearly hitting nancy!

- as the three of you ran to the fence to see what was going on, you three saw some older teenage boys running back to a car with some girls in it who were giggling at the situation

-“oh go screw yourself tommy!” steve yelled at them opening the fence to give them a piece of his mind

“have fun with your slut, harrington!” tommy h. yelled back as the car quickly began to pull off

- after seeing nancy look so visibly upset and steve try to get to them before they got too far

- you stood on the lawn watching them leave with a sharp glare, tikting your head to the side as blood began to trickle down your nose

- all of a sudden the two back tires blew out and the car began swerving down the street, and you could hear the teens screams of terror from the inside of the car

“tommy stop! what the hell are you doing?!” you heard one of the girls shriek.

“it’s not me i swear it’s like the wheel’s got a mind of it’s own!” he screamed back.

- steve and nancy could only watch in shock as the car only stopped once they jumped the curb crashing into mr. poll’s car, who was ironically just walking away from it and into his house after a long day of work

“what the hell! my car! my lawn! you damn kids are gonna pay for this shit!” he screamed, marching into his house to call the police. they couldn’t exactly run away anyway being that the doors were stuck.

- steve jogged back to the two of you, ushering you back into the backyard before mr. poll could try to associate the three of you with what just happened .

“oh my god, oh my god, ohmygod!” steve said pacing back and forth, with his hands on his head once he realized the cause of what just happened.

- you just casually wiped your nose and went back to playing in the pool. as the two tried to quietly go back and forth about what just happened

“steve! calm down! it’s okay!” nancy whisper yelled at him.

“okay? okay?!” he couldn’t stop thinking of what would happen when hopper got there.

- he knew he’d tear him a new one for this.

- he just didn’t want you to get taken away!

- it’s bad enough that hopper feels like you may be too much for steve to handle.

- what with him dealing with a superpowered child of his own, let’s just say that he learned the hard way that temper tantrums were pretty next level.

“that could’ve been so much worse, they could’ve hit a fire hydrant! or a person! someone could’ve died!”

“died? that’s being a bit dramatic steve. they weren’t even going that fast and i’m pretty sure she knew what she was doing!” nancy rolled her eyes.

- truth be told she was a bit biased.

- i mean this was the same group that publicly shamed her for doing something she didn’t even do!

- so she didn’t feel too bad about what happened

-besides they were fine other than just being scared!

steve attempted to whisper yell back but due to his nerves he was a little louder than he thought and turned around once hearing you chime in.

“they could have…hurt nancy” you gestured to the broken bottle on the floor by where she was previously sitting, as you climbed back put of the pool and over to them.

“you could’ve hurt them, sev!” steve exclaimed

“they could have hurt nancy!” you repeated, this time yelling, and looking over to her when you noticed something on her thigh. “and i…knew what i was doing, steve!” you walked over to her pointing at what you saw.

“see! they.hurt.her! they deserved it! they are bad!”

-you turned her to face steve, showing them a small trail of blood going down the side of her leg from where a small shard knicked her.

“oh! seven i’m okay, i swear! i don’t even feel it at all” nancy tried to reassure you, as you got a towel and went to help her.

“they aren’t bad, they’re just assholes okay! and that doesn’t excuse you trying to hurt them, we need to be better then them, we are better than them! i could’ve just called the cops on them, and they would’ve gotten what they deserve! steve exclaimed , although getting angrier at the sight of nancy bleeding.

-you and steve continued to go back and forth, as the three of you went back inside the house, nancy getting ready for hopper to possibly show up.

“oh, because cop’s are any help, right?” you replied sarcastically, remembering what eddie said all that time ago.

“listen she came up a few nights ago wearing some hospital clothes, and-and-and with a bunch of cuts and bruises, man! she needed help! he confessed to his uncle

“then you call the police edward!-“

“jesus christ” eddie rolled his eyes, throwing his hands in the air. “since when are they any help! i did what i thought was right, and i don’t regret it!”

“i did what i thought was right, and i don’t regret it okay?!” you yelled at him.

- steve was surprised to hear you say that without stuttering or pausing between your words.

- but he didn’t dwell on that for too long being that this whole situation surprised him

- you two had never argued before. about anything

“sev, you’re not listening to me! you could’ve killed them!” he yelled back at you, shaking your shoulders, trying to make you understand the severity of the situation.

“steve i don’t think you need to keep saying tha-“ nancy tried to mediate before this got worse.

- while you didn’t use your powers too often, she new your emotions could get the best of you sometimes, and didn’t want to learn what would happen if you got more upset.

“nancy! would you please! stay! out of thi-“ he began to yell, his frustration getting the better of him

“if i. wanted to kill them… i would have.” you said eerily poking him in the chest, before pushing his arms off of you and stomping upstairs to your room, waving your hand back, making the door slam behind you.

“great going steve, awesome communication skills you’ve got there.” nancy seethed sarcastically, walking out of the house, and slamming the door behind her as well.

- she decided she’d rather wait for hopper outside, than continue to be in the middle of that.

-the situation across the street was quickly mediated by hopper once he arrived, who had the children and mr. poll go to the station with officers,, powell and callahan and just have mr. poll talk with their parents about his messed up car and how it’d be payed for.

- now when he walked across the street to the harrington house, because he knew that two tires popping simultaneously on a clear street wasn’t exactly normal.

- nancy explained to him what happened between the bottle, and what they said, to what you did, to your argument with steve.

“she was only trying to defend me, i really think she doesn’t know better.” she said before getting into his police truck, per his offer to take her home.

- and once he got inside the house, it was the same story, just from steve’s point of view

“and then she was like- “well if i wanted to kill them i would have.” i mean what kind of bullshit were they teaching her in that damn lab!” he exclaimed, once again pacing around.

“just.. give her some time, kid” hopper said calmly.

“we’ve spent this entire year teaching her the things she’ll need to know for middle school, and now we have what- 20 days? to teach her not to physically hurt bullies with her mind?!”

“stev-“ hopper began

“what if someone picks on her or- or one of those boys she hangs out with and just-“ he copied the head jerk thing you do. “snaps their arm or leg?! or worse their neck?!” he said interrupting hopper, putting his hands on his head in distress at the mental image.

“harrington! sit down. you’re making, my head hurt” hopper said rubbing his forehead.

“what-“ steve began stopping his pacing but not sitting.

“sit! down!” he raised his voice.

- steve quickly sat

“myself and my… reinforcements will teach her what to do in case of bullies okay? she’ll be alright!” he explained calmly.

“w-well i can help!” steve said.

“no way!” hopper chuckled as he got up, bracing himself to go talk to you now.

“hey, why not?” steve asked about to get up to follow him.

“because you’re about 5 seconds away from an aneurysm, at this rate, kid” he chuckled again, holding his hand up gesturing for steve to stay downstairs.

“word of advice to you though, i suggest you give her some space.” hopper said, as he began walking up the stairs.

- the situation was mediated much quicker than hopper thought, with you agreeing to learn how to keep your emotions in check and to think of the possible consequences before using your powers in such a way again.

“and if you really wanna make ‘em pay, a quick,” he showed you his fist before swinging at the air and then doing the same with the other one ”one, two should get ‘em.”

- you nodded taking in this important information

“and if that doesn’t work a quick hit to the privates should set ‘em straight”

- he winked before leaving the house, he still did have nancy to take home, and to add a charge of trespassing and assault to the other kids charges

- plus he had a kid of his own to get home to before 8:15.

- skip to the next morning where steve went downstairs, to find you already awake, eating breakfast and watching, the new scooby-doo mysteries.

“hey, morning.” he mumbled, still half asleep and ruffling your newly growing hair (imagine it’s kind of how el’s was in season 2, but slightly longer due to steve teaching you hair care 😭)

- honestly i feel like no matter what race you are , he will do and learn everything he can to have your hair be as healthy and “luxurious” as his 😭

“morning” you responded, through a mouthful of “waffelos”

- he made his own bowl and sat next to you at the table, quickly becoming enamored with the cartoon

“steve?” you quietly called out

“what’s up?” he looked at you

“do you…forgive?” you asked feeling guilty about arguing with him the day before, being that you stayed in your room the rest of the day and didn’t see him until now.

“yeah kid, you’re good. do you? forgive me i mean.” he asked feeling just as guilty for yelling at you for defending your friend the only way you knew how.

- you nodded your head , bumping his fist with yours before continuing to watch tv together.

(aww)

time skip to you starting school :

- so the day has finally come

- you are officially a seventh grader, along with , dustin, lucas, will, and mike.

- thankfully you had one class with all of them, science with mr. clark. and they each were at least in one other with you

- math with lucas

- english with mike

- art with will

- and social studies with dustin

- you didn’t join the a.v club with them, but instead decided to try branching out and finding something that you wanted to do

- you actually ended up joining the chess club!

- you thought: “hey! i remember playing this with mr. peter sometimes, too bad he quit all that time ago, didn’t even get to say goodbye”

- it was unfortunately not that easy but you prevailed! and ended up joining the team

- so overall everything was going fairly well!

- i mean you still missed your sister a lot.

- and while you still missed eddie a lot as well, he was slowly becoming one of those people in life that you just continue to hold them close to your heart, and try to remember them in the best ways.

- and then just like that!

- it’s almost halloween!

- the boys told you all about the yearly tradition of wearing your halloween costumes to school and you were excited gor your first real halloween!

- steve’s (and lawfully yours as well) mother was actually home the week before halloween and took you shopping for a costume!

“so what are we thinking sweetheart?” she asked looking around. “dorothy, indiana jones? garfield? oh you’d look so cute! uhh or how about-“

“janine melnitz!“ you said, being that the boys already planned their costumes and you wanted to match

“oh, the secretary from ghostbusters?” you nodded, as she put her hand to her chin, staring at you in thought.

“i can work with that!” she said grinning, grabbing your hand, and escorting you back to the car to continue her errands for the day.

- she ended up giving you a blouse from her closet and gave you a pair of glasses that were hers from high school. “thank goodness i kept these huh?” and she bought you a red wig, and cut it to frame your face.

- unfortunately she did have to leave the night before, to meet steve’s (and your) father in indianapolis for a conference. but not before reminding steve :

“please remember to take pictures before she leaves for school in the morning, steve!” she said during dinner

“yeah, mom i will.”

“i mean it steve, do not forget!” she said sternly.

- being that her and mr. harrington weren’t around too often, she liked to have pictures of things for her to look back on. what with steve having seemed to be growing up so fast, she wanted to do the same with you before you were all of a sudden his age and almost out of the nest.

(i typed this on my phone and there are NEST EMOJIS⁉️)

“yes, okay! jeez! no faith, am i right!?” he said jokingly, looking over at you to back him up.

“you do… forget things sometimes.” you giggled with mrs. harrington

“is it just always shit on steve day?” he asked jokingly.

“language!”

- as per demand, the next morning, steve made sure you were ready earlier than usual so he could take lot’s of pictures before he dropped you off.

- it was like the mom in him just jumped out!

- i imagine it as the same cute little sequence of the boys moms taking pictures of them and then it’s just steve doing the exact same thing 😭

“okay now say, “may the ghosts be with you” he said.

“nobody ever said that 🧍🏾‍♀️”

“oh whatever! just do a pose please!”

(i headcannon that steve has just always been so bad with movies 😭)

- you just did a few and your infamous 🤟🏾and tongue pose

- he dropped you off soon after that, you, steve, and nancy getting out of the car and saying bye to them before going your separate ways, walking with will towards the bike rack, to wait for the others.

“knock ‘em dead velma!” steve called out behind you.

“janine!” you and will said at the same time, before looking at each other and giggling.

- you and will joined the other boys as they were finishing singing the theme song, and started naming each other.

“hey, spengler!”

“egon! yeah!”

“venkman!”

“janine!” they all yelled simultaneously, grinning.

“woah, woah hold on!” mike halted, looking at lucas

“what?”

“why are you venkman?” mike asked lucas

“because i’m venkman.” lucas said, as it was obvious

“no, i’m venkman.”

“why can’t there just be two venkman’s?” will interjected.

“because there’s only one venkman in real life. we planned this months ago.” mike said.

“i’m venkman. dustin’s stantz, you’re egon,” he pointed at will. “and you’re winston.” he said to lucas.

“i specifically didn’t agree to winston.” lucas reminded him

“yes, you did!” mike exclaimed

“no he didn’t.” and “i don’t think he did” you and will said at the same time

“nobody wants to be winston, man.” lucas said in response to mike, as dustin shook his head in agreeance.

“what’s wrong with winston?” mike asked confused

“what’s wrong with winston?” he repeated “he joined the team super late, he’s not funny, and he’s not even a scientist!” lucas listed off.

“yeah, but he’s still cool.” mike countered

“if he’s cool, then you be winston.”

“i can’t!” mike exclaimed.

“why not?” lucas asked, knowingly.

“because…” mike stuttered

“b-b-because your not black?” lucas mocked him.

“mm-mm-mm” you tsked shaking your head in disappointment.

HELP THIS WAS YOU AND LUCAS FR :

“i didn’t say that!” mike jumped

“you thought it” he argued

- they continued to go back and forth, as you and will watched in amusement, before you noticed dustin was looking around in confusion.

- let’s just say you weren’t particularly pleased with them to learn that you guys were the only ones dressed up.

“i swear to god we aren’t making this up sev!” dustin exclaimed following behind you as you walked ahead of them stopping at your locker, to get your things for class.

“uh-huh, sure dustin!” you said walking into the one class you didn’t have with any of them, shaking your head.

- but you did share it with max, who you met the day before, being that she was new qnd in you and the boy’s homeroom.

- she noticed your outfit, and actually liked and complimented it, telling you she’d be dressed like michael myers for the night and that she’d look out for you.

- after school, you were riding on the back of dustin’s bike while you all rode home. you were going to hang out with dustin before you all went trick-or-treating,

- you silently listened to their conversation, when you heard what sounded like the revving of an engine coming up not far behind you.

-as the boys began panicking and riding faster, you looked back and glared at the car, blood beginning to trickle down your nose, but before you could do anything further, the car quickly swerved, and you spotted through the front windshield, someone who looked a lot like max with her hands on the wheel, staring at you guys in horror.

- later that night, as you walked around neighborhoods with the boys, listening to them have some debate about a candy called “nougat?” whatever.

- when all of a sudden, somebody jumped in front of you all, wearing a michael myers mask with a knife, making the boys scream.

- lucas’ scream made you jump more than the jump scare did. 😭

“holy shit! you should’ve seen the look on your faces!” she laughed, taking off her mask and revealing her self as max.

“and you?” she nodded her head at lucas “who screams like that? you sound like a little girl.” she laughed beginning to walk away as you caught up with her, giggling.

- she stopped to see the boys still standing there in shock.

“hey you guys coming or not? oh i heard we should hit up loch nora. that’s where all the rich people live right?” she chuckled, continuing to walk.

“i live there” you said to her as you two kept walking while the boys trailed behind.

“wow, really y/n?” she asked surprised. “yeah but skip old man poll’s house, he’s an ass.” you giggled.

“and you can call me sev.” you smiled at her.

- and that’s how you two became fast friends.

- that night you went home with dustin to hang out and wait for steve to pick you up, after him and nancy’s party thing.

- as you two walked up his driveway, him practicing different ways of saying “tubular”, when you two heard a weird chittering sound coming from inside his trash can

“mews, is that-“ he was cut off by a loud clang, coming from the inside of it. making you and him drop your candy bats and him detaching his photon blaster from his back, before approaching the can.

“dustin i don’t think you should be going to it, what if it’s something with rabies!” you exclaimed, shivering in disgust, as the can kept shaking.

- he screamed as he flipped open the can, before freezing at the sight inside of it.

- thus beginning the adventures of you , dustin , and dart.

- you didn’t stick around much longer, being that steve had come to get you pretty earlier than expected.

- but you promised dustin you’d come over tomorrow to learn more about this thing. you didn’t really have a good feeling about him keeping it.

- as you piled into the car you noticed something,

“where’s nance?” you asked while buckling yourself, being that you planned on watching horror movies with her and steve that night.

“jonathan took her home, she wasn’t feeling well.” he mumbled, you sensed he was upset and decided not to press further.

- you soon found out that your predictions were correct and that dart was from the upside down, and then things just went really downhill from there.

“seven, quick kill it!” lucas screamed

dart grot bigger, grew legs and escaped

you tried to burn it, but dustin stopped you

will got possessed had a seizure

then, being that the boys kept shutting max out whenever they started to talk about the upside down , she got mad . which led to this moment :

- as you and lucas caught up with max outside after school, they started to argue about keeping secrets from her

- just standing there, listening to them go back and forth, you looked across the parking lot, catching eyes with an older boy , leaning against a blue car, who was staring at the three of you quietly.

“did you keep secrets from el?” she asked sassily

- that caught your attention.

“how do you know about el?” you asked.

- she never answered, leaving you to keep wondering who told her about your sister.

- you went home with steve that day, just hanging out in your room, when all of a sudden dustin’s voice filled your ears, repeating

“code red! code red! someone please pick up! i repeat, this is a code re-“

“what’s wrong!?”

“sev, thank god! just come over so i can explain! over and out!” he said before signing off before you could say anything.

- after leaving the house, but not before telling steve and your’s father (who was packing to go on a business trip.) where you were going, you quickly got on your bike, riding over to dustin’s house.

- long story short, dart ate dustin’s cat, so after quickly helping him bury him, you two headed over to the wheeler’s house to look for mike.

- after not being able to find mike or nancy you two were about to head to lucas’ house, until you saw steve hopping out of his car with flowers in hand, talking to himself.

“steve!” dustin called out, you two speed walking to him.

“sev? i thought you were at home, wha-“

“are those for mr. or mrs. wheeler?”

“no?”

“good. nancy’s not here” he said snatching them out of his hand and walking towards steve’s car.

they went back and forth before dustin asked.

“do you still have that bat?”

“bat? what bat?” steve asked confused

“the one with the nails!”

“why?”

“i’ll explain it on the way!” dustin said as you two got in the car.

“now?”

“now!”

“oh my gosh, steve.” you put your hands on your head in exasperation

- now you find yourself walking on a train track with steve and dustin , dropping raw meat on the ground trying to bait dart, towards the place lucas told you guys to meet him at.

- you weren’t really listening to the conversation your brother and dustin were having, more focused on the fact that, if dart’s a baby demogorgon.

- does this mean none of this is truly over? did your sister die for nothing? was will, safe? who would die next?

- questions after questions began to pour into your head, your body moving on auto-pilot until hearing lucas’s voice echo across from you.

“i said medium rare!” he shouted , as you spotted max next to him.

- as you jogged over to meet the two, you heard steve say “who’s that?”

- now a few minutes later, as you max and steve set up the place to get ready for dart, dustin and lucas were huddled behind a car arguing about something.

“so, you have powers huh?” max asked from next to you.

“lucas told you?”

“yeah. i don’t believe him of course but i do believe you’re definitely cool enough to be some kind of superhero.” she said.

- you didn’t respond only lifting your arm towards her and lifting the metal sheet she tried to pick up and gently dropping it next to the abandoned bus, with your powers.

“holy shit!” she exclaimed with wide eyes.

“sev actually stands for seven.” you quietly told her.

- you were ready for her to turn tail and run, never to see her again, until she all of a sudden said.

“that’s cool as hell! you’ll have to show me more later, when we’re done dealing with, whatever this is ‘kay?

- you nodded, happily agreeing

- soon it was nightfall, and the five of you sat around waiting for dart to show up. you and lucas on the roof keeping an eye out, max sitting in one of the bus seats, steve sitting on the ground flicking a lighter open and closed, and dustin pacing around the inside of the bus.

- once max came to the top you switched with her, going back inside the bus, you climbed down to see steve and dustin talking.

- it was nice to see dustin getting along with your brother, he didn’t have an older male figure in his life so, it made you smile to see them interact kind of like brothers .

- you were pulled out of your thoughts by a loud growling noise. dart was out there, he just wasn’t taking the bait

“steve? steve what are you doing?” you turned around to see your brother pick up his bat, pointing at you two saying,

“just get ready”

- next thing you know, steve’s out there with the bat trying to lure dart to him.

- from the corner of your eye you saw movement behind steve and to the right

“steve watch out” “three o’clock! three o’clock! you heard lucas yell out.

- you looked to see three more behind steve, and didn’t hesitate before running to the door witn dustin opening it, and screaming for steve to come back.

- you quickly used your powers to send one of them flying as steve hit one before booking it back to the bus.

- as steve was occupied with hitting one over and over that’s head stuck into the bus

- dustin and lucas jumped, as one sunk its claws into the metal behind you guys

- while max and you heard slow thumping noises on the top of the bus

- one of the creatures stuck it’s head into the opening of the top of the bus, growling at the two of you as max started screaming

- just as you were about to use your powers on it, steve burst over and in front of the two of you, yelling at it

- before anybody could do anything else, something caught it’s attention and ran off

- timeskip to you all at the byers house, as hopper tried to get ahold of somebody on the phone.

- you sat on the couch with will’s head on your lap, silently watching nancy and jonathan interact, you looked over seeing steve watching them too, before wiping his nose snd walking away.

- as mike began talking about how bob was the founder of the a.v. club, your mind started to drift.

- you liked bob, you hadn’t known him very long, but he was real nice to you! showing you and will cool comics, he even did a 500-piece puzzle with you once! you wisjed you could’ve been there to save him.

- time skip to you, mike, joyce, jonathan, and hopper, sitting in the room with will, as everybody told him a story of a memory they had with him

- you noticed from the moment you began recalling the first time you saw each other in the upside down, he looked at you in an unsettling way.

“do you remember my name? it’s-” you began telling him but he cut you off

“seven. i know who you are.” he said eerily before turning back to joyce. “let me go”

- hopper noticed that will had been tapping repeatedly on one of the legs of the chair.

-once the group figured out he was communicating through morse code, they continued to ask him questions while deciphering what he was saying

- now short time skip to everyone getting in position, getting ready to fight the demodogs

- nancy and hopper had their guns, lucas had his slingshot, steve had his bat, you were ready to use your powers and, was mike seriously holding a candlestick right now?

- all of a sudden a demodog went crashing through the window, but you quickly realized it was already dead

- you’re attention was then pulled to the sound of the door unlocking, and slowly pushing open to reveal,

“eleven?”

- while mike had a breakdown in will’s bedroom about hopper hiding her, you were just happy that your sister was alive and here with you

- skip to , joyce , jonathan , and nancy left to get the mind flayer out of will , while eleven and hopper got ready to go close the gate

“why can’t i come? it’ll be better with both of us there.” you pleaded to hopper.

“it’s just too risky kid, we don’t know what could happen.”

“i’d feel much better with you here, anyways.” steve included.

“i can help! she shouldn’t have to do this alone!” you yelled, beginning to feel useless.

- eleven killed the demogorgon and then disappeared, what would happen this time? she could’ve been with you all this time if you were there the first time around. you just wanted to protect your sister. why didn’t they understand that?

“she won’t be alone, i will be right there next to her to protect her.” hopper tried to reassure you.

“then bring me wherever will is, i can help burn it out of him with my powers!-“ you exclaimed.

“this isn’t up for debate, you aren’t going anywhere, you’re staying here, end of story.” steve said walking away after hopper.

- el walked up to you, putting her hands on your shoulders to face her.

“you can protect our friends if you’re here.” she said.

- you thought about it “fine, and i know you just want me to play bodyguard to your boyfriend.” you joked

“hey, what’s with that outfit, by the way? you asked, before she promised to tell you later.

- after hopper and el left for hawkins lab, you, lucas , and max cleaned the broken glass, while mike paced around back and forth, and steve and dustin tried to fit the dead demodog in the byers’ fridge.

- you weren’t really listening as they were going back and forth about, the lab being swarmed, dustin trying to get the name demodogs around, and steve comparing everything to a sports game (again)

- you tuned in once again, once dustin said that you all weren’t exactly left with nothing to do

“so you got all the tunnels feeding in here.” mike said pointing to one of the drawings around the house.

“maybe if we set this on fire-“ he continued

“oh yeah? that’s a no.” steve said immediately shitting down the idea.

“the mind flayer would call away his army.” dustin inquired, ignoring steve.

“they’d all come to stop us.” lucas continued.

“hey.” steve tried to say again.

“we circle back to the exit.” mike also continued on.

“guys!” steve interjected again.

“by the time they realize we’re gone” mike exclaimed.

“el would be at the gate.” you and max finished.

“hey. hey! hey! this is not happening.” steve clapped, getting everyone’s attention, before putting his hands on his hips.

“but-“ mike started

“no, no, no, no, no. no buts. i promised i’d keep you little shitheads safe, and that’s exactly what i plan on doing. especially you!” he exclaimed, pointing at you.

“we’re staying here. on the bench. and we’re waiting for the starting team to do their job. does everybody inderstand that?” he asked, as you all sighed.

“this isn’t a stupid sports game!” mike repeated from earlier.

“i said does everybody understand that? i need a yes.”

- before any of you could answer, the moment was cut off by a loud engine revving outside of the house and you all could hear loud rock music playing.

- max quickly walked over to the window with lucas.

“it’s my brother. he can’t know i’m here. he’ll kill me. he’ll kill us.” she said slightly panicking, looking at lucas.

- steve looked up with a determined expression on his face before marching outside, and standing in front of the door.

- you all watched from the window, as steve and billy, had got closer to each other, seeming to have some weird standoff.

“wait… guys is this a one-way glass or did he just look right at us?” you asked backing away from the window, pulling max back with you.

“nah i think we’re good sev.” dustin said, until all of a sudden the boys saw billy, point his cigarette directly where they towards the window where they were sitting with steve turning to look as well.

( nah that scene really made me mad like- they were all up in that window as if he didn’t have eyes ! and then dustin had the nerve to say some-😭)

“shit, did he see us?” dustin asked after they all ducked down.

“really dustin? 🧍🏾‍♀️” you said exasperatedly.

- not even two seconds later the door slammed open, with billy walking in. but wait where did steve go?

“well, well, well.” he said slamming the door.

“i thought i told you to stay away from him, max” billy said as he walked up to max.

- you stood in front of lucas, in case billy decided to try anything. still confused and concerned for whatever he did to your brother for him to not be back in the house by now.

“billy, go away.” max tremored

“you disobeyed me. and you know what happens when you disobey me.” he said eerily

“billy.” max warned

“i break things.” he moved passed max and pushed you out of the way before grabbing lucas, and slamming him against the shelf in the corner of the room.

“billy! billy, stop!” max and the others were yelling at him.

“get off of him!” you scrambled to get up, about to use your powers or run and jump on his back, (whatever your brain registered first honestly) before a hand on your shoulder stopped you.

(notice how every damn time you’re about to use your powers something happens 😐)

“stay away from her! you hear me?” he yelled continuing to push him against the shelf

“i said get off of me!” lucas yelled kneeing him in the crotch, making billy go stumbling back.

“you’re so dead sinclair! you’re dead.” he yelled, as he began to stand up straight.

- he was stopped by steve pushing and turning him around.

“no. you are.” steve said before punching him in the face.

- as they went back and forth fighting, between the others cheering steve on, and steve getting a few good hits in at first, until billy picked up a porcelain plate and broke it over your brother’s head, getting the upper hand.

- so yeah steve was getting his ass beat!

- before you could do anything, max grabbed one of the sedatives used for will, and walked over , abbing billy in the neck with it.

- after max slammed the bat near his dick and threatened him. (i loved that part 😭 slay max ‼️)

- as everyone carried the supplies needed to burn thbe tunnels, you carried steve to the car using your powers and piled into the backseat along with, mike and dustin, with steve layed across your laps, and you holding an ice pack to his head as he was still knocked out.

- all the while lucas was in the front seat with max, giving her instruction son where to go

“he’s gonna freak out when he wakes up.” you inquired knowingly

- and before you know it he started groaning and moving his head, looking around before deliriously saying,

“nancy?” he asked, looking at mike, who looked at him in confusion, like he was crazy.

- he kept groaning, before going to touch his (very much broken) nose, before fustin gently guided his hand away from his face

“hey buddy… shhhhh, shhhhh” dustin tried to reassure him

“it’s okay. you put up a good fight. he kicked your ass, but you put up a fight. you’re okay.” he continued as steve started to become more coherent.

- after steve had a breakdown about a thirteen year old driving a car, and max getting fed up before quickly making a turn and eventually stopping right before where the tunnel was, you all piled out of the car and to the trunk to gear up as you tried to calm steve down.

“hey, there’s no chancd we’re going to that hole, all right? this ends right now!”

“steve you’re upset, we get it.” you began

“but right now, a party member requires assistance and it is our duty to provide that assistance.” dustin said.

“now i know you promised nance that you would keep us safe.” he continued.

“so, keep us safe” you finished, as dustin handed his backpack with his bat with nails in it to steve.

- steve just sighed before taking the bag.

- after you all got down there, steve began leading the way down the tunnel, to find the hub.

- sometime along the way dustin stopped to look at one of the weird things on the wall, not long after, it sprayed some freaky spore stuff right into his face causing him to freak out, about it getting in his mouth, which caused the rest of you to freak out.

- after the scare you all made it to the “hub” and began soaking the place in gasoline.

- steve sighed. “i am in such deep shit for this.”

“alright firestarter, go ahead.”

- you made sure you all were far away enough, before glaring directly at the middle lf the hub, a trail of blood coming out of your nose, when all of a sudden the flames overtook the tunnel and vines, of which the latter began to shriek and flail around, almost as if it was in pain itself.

- as you and the others ran through the tunnel, a vine wrapped around mike’s leg, dragging him to the ground, as everybody tried to pull him away from it, and you trying to pull it off of him, steve came through and began hitting it with his bat.

- after successfully getting the thing away from him, and getting ready to start running again, a loud shriek from right behind you, caught everybody’s attention.

- steve got in front of max, lucas, and mike, with his nat ready, while dustin got in front of everyone, and you got in front of him, ready to attack it if it decided to jump at anyone.

- dustin recognized it as dart, calmly walking up to him , offering him some nougat that he had left over.

- after having a cute little moment with him and saying goodbye, you all continued walking, and getting back to the hole, you got in through.

- after helping everyone else get back out, as you and steve were about to help push dustin through, you heard a cacaphony of screeches coming your way, as demodogs were stampeding right towards you all.

- you were about to try to setting them aflame, while steve grabbed you and dustin to shield you two from them, when they all went barreling passed you as if you weren’t even there.

- you and mike looked at each other before simultaneously saying.

“it’s el.”

- thankfully, you learned once getting back, that the mind flayer was successfully removed from will’s body, and that el closed the gate.

- time skip to two months later, the night of the hawkins middle school sno-ball dance. you were in the backseat as steve dropped you and dustin off in the front.

- you got out after hugging steve goodbye, before walking in, as steve wanted to give dustin a “man-to-man pep talk”

- after greeting everyone, and watching as they all left to dance, will whisked away by some girl, lucas and max going yo dance eith each other, and dustin going up to a group of girls.

- mike was sat at one of the tables, and you went to the snack table where nancy was and greeting her before she walked away somewhere.

- during the slow dance you were happy to see that el had finally arrived and was dancing with mike, dustin dancing with nancy, max and lucas shared a kiss, and will dancing with that girl.

- all of which you happily snapped a picture of on your polarioid, before going back to eating the majority of the snacks on the table, you spotted a bowl of pop rocks bags.

- you smiled , picking up a bag as a memory came to you all of a sudden

- eddie walked around the conveniece store with the cart, you trailing close behind him, as it was his turn to get the groceries, according to his “uncle wayne”

- you were decked out in one of eddie’s large “k.i.s.s” hoodies , the hood on you, covering your shaved head and successfully covering your “007” tattoo.

“don’t worry van, we’re almost out of here. besides i won’t let anyone touch you. ” he reassured you as he noticed how you kept clinging to him, scared of being caught by “the bad men” you told him about.

“i’m just looking for these damn- ah! here we go!” he exclaimed pulling a box of the shelf before, turning around and dramatically presenting them to you.

“pop rocks!” he yelled excitedly, as you just looked at him blankly.

“right. you’d never even had pizza before the other day, why would i expect you to know what pop rocks are.” he said opening the box and pulling two packs out, and handing one to you.

- you copied how he ripped open his pack and did what he did, throwing your head back, and pouring the contents into your mouth.

- you quickly began to cough, confused and shocked on the sound in your ears and sizzling on your tongue and-

“i think it’s…in my throat!” you rasped out, holding your neck.

- eddie laughed loudly at your reaction, patting your back half-heartedly, gaining the attention of a few other shoppers but one you saw specifically abandoning her cart and came over to see what was going on.

“edward munson, you aren’t supposed to be opening food in the store! are you even going to pay for that? and who’s this?” a short, older lady exclaimed accusingly with a shrill voice at eddie, standing behind him with her hands on her hips.

- eddie’s smile and laughter left as quickly as it came, as he rolled his eyes, before turning around and facing her with a fake smile.

“hi ms. nolan, to what do i owe the pleasure of your nosiness today?” he asked sarcastically as you stood behind him.

“don’t get smart with me you, cad!” she exclaimed disgustedly.

- he quickly lost his fake smile as well

“i don’t have time for this today you old bat, i need to be home by a certain time.” eddie responded seriously, as he grabbed the cart and started to wheel around her, with you trailing behind, holding onto his shirt, before her arm shot out, and grabbed his forearm tightly.

- now you were on alert

“you know you’re turning out to be exactly like your father, eddie.” she said in his ear with faux concern.

“i mean first it’s groceries, next thing you know you’ll be a full fledged criminal, wanted for murder i bet.” she whispered tauntingly with a disgusting smile on her face.

- you didn’t really know what she was talking about but eddie? a murderer? never. eddie wouldn’t hurt anyone! you on the other hand-

- looking to see his reaction, being that he didn’t respond , you were surprised to see his usually outgoing manner, look so grim. he actually seemed really upset at her words and of course that made you upset.

“eddie is…not a murderer. he is not bad.” you said to her, stepping out from behind him, and closer to her.

- eddie tried to intercept, but you two just continued to stare each other down.

“or kidnapping apparently! why am i not surprised munson.” she said to him but still sneering at you.

“let. him go” you said staring right back at her, as blood began to drip from your nose.

“or what little girl?” she said tauntingly, getting in your face.

“uhh ms. nolan? you’re entire cart is kinda on fire right now!” eddie said panicking as well as other shoppers , at the bright light that flashed from the corner of his eye all of a sudden.

“what are you talk-“ she cut herself off to see that her entire cart, along with its contents were indeed on fire.

- along with her purse, that was sat inside of it that was now quickly melting as well.

“oh my god! my purse! somebody help! she yelped and yelled running back to her cart trying to fan it out, along with an employee.

- eddie stared in shock at what had just happened.

- but before he could react you started to walk away, with him following with the cart of groceries.

“we go home now.” you said eerily calm as you two began walking towards the registers.

“uh yeah- let’s go.” he agreed. after the things were quickly scanned, you two walked out to the parking lot, towards his van.

“sorry you had to deal with that old crone’s grating ass voice, van, but i mean, hey i just want to thank whatever higher power did that, little trick!” he joked, but you didn’t laugh.

“you are hurt.” you said pointing to his arm, where there surely was a bruise, beginning to form on his forearm where his thermal was rolled up to, from where she was squeezing him.

“oh that? psh i’m fine, don’t even feel it honestly. besides” he paused, wiping the blood from your nose.

“i’m strong, i can handle a little pain.” he said, smiling.

“now! shall we go home, and indulge in this entire box of pop rocks, milady?” he said dramatically as you two got into his van, gesturing at the box in your lap.

- you quickly shook your head no, with wide eyes, grimacing at the remembrance of how it felt sizzling in your throat and stomach.

- he laughed loudly, pulling out of the parking lot, exclaiming-

“whoo! more for me then!” he yelled loudly, out of thw window, making you laugh.

- the memory itself wasn’t too nice, due to the ms. nolan being an old crone part, but remembering the way eddie handled it and the pop rocks part is what made you smile, giggling a bit, still observing the small bag, before putting it back.

- you were still traumatized by the odd candy after all, you thought, before making your way down the rest of the table, to get some punch as well, before someone tapped your shoulder. ;)

a/n

oh. my. goodness. gracious that took me wayyy to fucking long. BUT i’m so excited to start writing for season 3! which i will start right now even though i’m literally finishing this one at 5:47 a.m. 😼

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